Shakspere: His Inner Life as Intimated in His WorksJ. Maxwell, 1865 - 521 sider |
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... supposed to have been written by Jonson , -and records that Shakspere , " as he was a happy imitator of Nature , was a most gentle expresser of it . His mind and hand went together ; and what he thought he uttered with that easiness ...
... supposed to have been written by Jonson , -and records that Shakspere , " as he was a happy imitator of Nature , was a most gentle expresser of it . His mind and hand went together ; and what he thought he uttered with that easiness ...
Side 13
... supposed to counsel the leading player of a strolling company to try his fortunes in London , in the following terms : " There thou shalt learn to be frugal ( for players were never so thrifty as they are now about London ) ; and to ...
... supposed to counsel the leading player of a strolling company to try his fortunes in London , in the following terms : " There thou shalt learn to be frugal ( for players were never so thrifty as they are now about London ) ; and to ...
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... supposed guilty of com- plicity with the powerful and wealthy , who ( though invited and guaranteed in a worthy work by the magnates of their own order , associated with literary names of high eminence ) have declined to contri- bute ...
... supposed guilty of com- plicity with the powerful and wealthy , who ( though invited and guaranteed in a worthy work by the magnates of their own order , associated with literary names of high eminence ) have declined to contri- bute ...
Side 23
... supposed celi- bate , who is implored to forego the monstrous pre- tence . The poet strongly argues against it as a violation of nature's law , and an enemy to succession ; whereas with nature all is generation and progress , and ...
... supposed celi- bate , who is implored to forego the monstrous pre- tence . The poet strongly argues against it as a violation of nature's law , and an enemy to succession ; whereas with nature all is generation and progress , and ...
Side 28
... supposed to have been born on the 23d , the anniversary of the tutelary saint of 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 ...
... supposed to have been born on the 23d , the anniversary of the tutelary saint of 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 ...
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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!