Shakspere: His Inner Life as Intimated in His WorksJ. Maxwell, 1865 - 521 sider |
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... England , that honour should at length be rendered where honour is due . They will demand it , not by vain menace nor by vainer violence , but by the greater force of example . They are about to subscribe their pennies , and will thus ...
... England , that honour should at length be rendered where honour is due . They will demand it , not by vain menace nor by vainer violence , but by the greater force of example . They are about to subscribe their pennies , and will thus ...
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... England , St. George . In this year the plague raged in Stratford , even from the last day of June to that of December , destroying two hundred and thirty - eight of its in- habitants . John Shakspere appears to have been a good ...
... England , St. George . In this year the plague raged in Stratford , even from the last day of June to that of December , destroying two hundred and thirty - eight of its in- habitants . John Shakspere appears to have been a good ...
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... England against the com- mon foe , and the wild enthusiasm which the tidings of their destruction had kindled throughout the length and breadth of the land . First Impressions in London . 31 His mental development , 30 Inner Life of ...
... England against the com- mon foe , and the wild enthusiasm which the tidings of their destruction had kindled throughout the length and breadth of the land . First Impressions in London . 31 His mental development , 30 Inner Life of ...
Side 40
... England had now indeed dawned ; for the morning - star had arisen in the mind of her greatest genius - the mind that was at once to be the mirror of creation , whether human or natural . This comedy and the tragedy of Hamlet had the ...
... England had now indeed dawned ; for the morning - star had arisen in the mind of her greatest genius - the mind that was at once to be the mirror of creation , whether human or natural . This comedy and the tragedy of Hamlet had the ...
Side 43
... England . " But the general state of development is imperfect , and exhibits , there- fore , many ridiculous qualities , of which the comic poet rightly avails himself . There are also many pretenders to " the gift " who are fair butts ...
... England . " But the general state of development is imperfect , and exhibits , there- fore , many ridiculous qualities , of which the comic poet rightly avails himself . There are also many pretenders to " the gift " who are fair butts ...
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action already Anne Hathaway Antony appears artist beauty become Ben Jonson Cæsar character Coleridge comedy Comedy of Errors comic composition conduct Coriolanus death dialogue divine drama dramatist Duke England evidently eyes fact faery fancy father favour feeling genius Gentlemen of Verona Hamlet hath heart heaven Helena Henry Henry VI hero honour human idea ideal imagination individual John Juliet Julius Cæsar king lady latter Lear living Lord Love's Labour's lost lovers Macbeth manner means ment mind moral murder nature noble old play Othello passion perceive period person philosophical players poem poet poet's poetic poetry prince Queen racter recognise rendered Richard Richard III Romeo Romeo and Juliet says scene Shak Shakspere Shakspere's Shaksperian Sonnets soul spere spirit stage story Stratford style sublime supposed taste theatre thee things thou thought Timon tion tragedy Troilus woman written
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Side 177 - Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Pale in her anger, washes all the air, That rheumatic diseases do abound : And thorough this distemperature we see The seasons alter : hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set.
Side 125 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast...
Side 273 - If the balance of our lives had not one scale of reason to poise another of sensuality, the blood and baseness of our natures would conduct us to most preposterous conclusions : but we have reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal stings, our unbitted lusts ; whereof I take this, that you call love, to be a sect or scion.
Side 492 - Which hides your life and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say 'This poet lies; Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.
Side 8 - Yet must I not give Nature all; thy art, My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part. For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion; and, that he Who casts to write a living line, must sweat, (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the Muses...
Side 392 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Side 100 - t, that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice : Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not...
Side 221 - Sweet Swan of Avon! what a sight it were To see thee in our waters yet appear, And make those flights upon the banks of Thames, That so did take Eliza, and our James!
Side 44 - Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book ; He hath not eat paper, as it were ; he hath not drunk ink ; his intellect is not replenished ; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts...
Side 134 - Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What do I fear? Myself? There's none else by. Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I. Is there a murderer here? No— yes, I am. Then fly. What, from myself? Great reason why— Lest I revenge. What, myself upon myself! Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? For any good That I myself have done unto myself? O, no! Alas, I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself!