The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Life. New facts regarding the life of Shakspeare [by J.P. Collier] Shakspere's will. Preface of the players [1623] Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Twelfth night. Measure for measure. Much ado about nothingHilliard, Gray,, 1839 |
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... WIVES OF WINDSOR ............ .. ..... 153 TWELFTH NIGHT ; OR , WHAT YOU WILL ..................... ..247 MEASURE FOR MEASURE ............ . .329 MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING .... VOL . I. A ..423 THE LIFE OF WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE , WITH SOME ...
... WIVES OF WINDSOR ............ .. ..... 153 TWELFTH NIGHT ; OR , WHAT YOU WILL ..................... ..247 MEASURE FOR MEASURE ............ . .329 MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING .... VOL . I. A ..423 THE LIFE OF WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE , WITH SOME ...
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... wife , to have placed him in a state of easy competence . In 1569 or 1570 , in consequence partly of his alliance with the Ardens , and partly of his attainment of the prime municipal honors of his town , he obtained a concession of ...
... wife , to have placed him in a state of easy competence . In 1569 or 1570 , in consequence partly of his alliance with the Ardens , and partly of his attainment of the prime municipal honors of his town , he obtained a concession of ...
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... wife made it convenient for him to remove to a separate habitation . It is reasonable to conclude that a mind like his , ardent , excursive , and " all compact of imagination , " would not be satisfied with entire inactivity , but would ...
... wife made it convenient for him to remove to a separate habitation . It is reasonable to conclude that a mind like his , ardent , excursive , and " all compact of imagination , " would not be satisfied with entire inactivity , but would ...
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... wife and his infant offspring . The world was spread before him , like a dark ocean , in which no fortunate isle could be seen to glitter * The first stanza of this ballad , which is admitted to be genuine , may properly be pre- served ...
... wife and his infant offspring . The world was spread before him , like a dark ocean , in which no fortunate isle could be seen to glitter * The first stanza of this ballad , which is admitted to be genuine , may properly be pre- served ...
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... Wives of Windsor . " * Favored , however , as our Poet seems to have been by Elizabeth , and notwithstanding the fine incense which he offered to her vanity , it does not appear that he profited in any degree by her bounty . She could ...
... Wives of Windsor . " * Favored , however , as our Poet seems to have been by Elizabeth , and notwithstanding the fine incense which he offered to her vanity , it does not appear that he profited in any degree by her bounty . She could ...
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Side 249 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Side 51 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Side 22 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other; when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known...
Side 346 - We must not make a scare-crow of the law. Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
Side 132 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired' be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being helped, inhabits there.
Side 67 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Side 68 - Have waked their sleepers ; oped, and let them forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure : and, when I have required Some heavenly music, (which, even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Side 334 - Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do; Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Side 266 - Halloo your name to the reverberate hills And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out 'Olivia!' O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth, But you should pity me ! OLI.
Side 280 - A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.