The Life and Beauties of Shakespeare: Comprising Careful Selections from Each Play, with a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsPhillips, Sampson, 1853 - 345 sider |
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Side vi
... true sub- lime , is the impression a performance makes upon our minds when read or recited . " If , " says he , " a person finds , that a performance transports not his soul , nor exalts his thoughts ; that it calls not up into his mind ...
... true sub- lime , is the impression a performance makes upon our minds when read or recited . " If , " says he , " a person finds , that a performance transports not his soul , nor exalts his thoughts ; that it calls not up into his mind ...
Side xvi
... true that he had none , it would have been as easy for the verse as for the sentiment , to have said ' no Greek . ' ' - With these qualifications for the task , Shakspeare applied himself to the labor of tuition . But both the time and ...
... true that he had none , it would have been as easy for the verse as for the sentiment , to have said ' no Greek . ' ' - With these qualifications for the task , Shakspeare applied himself to the labor of tuition . But both the time and ...
Side xviii
... true , presents us with a most unfavorable picture of the manners and morals prevalent among the youth of Warwickshire , in the early years of Shakspeare ; and it fills us with regret , to find our immortal poet , with faculties so ...
... true , presents us with a most unfavorable picture of the manners and morals prevalent among the youth of Warwickshire , in the early years of Shakspeare ; and it fills us with regret , to find our immortal poet , with faculties so ...
Side xxxi
... true language of nature and of passion is that which passes most directly to the heart ; but it is not with the works of his experienced years , that this " bloody tragedy " should be compared ; if it be , we certainly should find a ...
... true language of nature and of passion is that which passes most directly to the heart ; but it is not with the works of his experienced years , that this " bloody tragedy " should be compared ; if it be , we certainly should find a ...
Side xxxii
... true that it was omitted by Heminge and Condell , in their collection of our poet's works ; but this may have proceeded from forgetfulness , and it was only by an afterthought , that Trolius and Cresida escaped a similar for- tune . How ...
... true that it was omitted by Heminge and Condell , in their collection of our poet's works ; but this may have proceeded from forgetfulness , and it was only by an afterthought , that Trolius and Cresida escaped a similar for- tune . How ...
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Side 19 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Side 172 - Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Side 238 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Side 132 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor...
Side 50 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Side 278 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Side 90 - You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Side 108 - 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? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Side 255 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
Side 204 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.