Shakespeare and His Times: Including the Biography of the Poet; Criticism on His Genius and Writings; a New Chronology of His Plays; a Disquisition on the Object of His Sonnets; and a History of the Manners, Customs, Amusement, Superstitions, Poetry, and Elegant Literature of His Age, Bind 2T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1817 |
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Side 17
... Thou glorious Laurell of the Muses ' hill ; Whose eyes doth crowne the most victorious pen : Bright Lampe of Vertue , in whose sacred skill Lives all the blisse of eares - inchaunting men : 99 and closes it with declaring , that if His ...
... Thou glorious Laurell of the Muses ' hill ; Whose eyes doth crowne the most victorious pen : Bright Lampe of Vertue , in whose sacred skill Lives all the blisse of eares - inchaunting men : 99 and closes it with declaring , that if His ...
Side 23
... thou art dead , lo ! here I prophesy , Sorrow on love hereafter shall attend ; It shall be waited on with jealousy , Find sweet beginning , but unsavoury end ; It shall suspect , where is no cause of fear ; It shall not fear , where it ...
... thou art dead , lo ! here I prophesy , Sorrow on love hereafter shall attend ; It shall be waited on with jealousy , Find sweet beginning , but unsavoury end ; It shall suspect , where is no cause of fear ; It shall not fear , where it ...
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... Thou had'st been gone , quoth she , sweet boy , ere this , But that thou told'st me , thou would'st hunt the boar , O be advis'd ; thou know'st not what it is With javelin's point a churlish swine to gore , Whose tushes never - sheath'd ...
... Thou had'st been gone , quoth she , sweet boy , ere this , But that thou told'st me , thou would'st hunt the boar , O be advis'd ; thou know'st not what it is With javelin's point a churlish swine to gore , Whose tushes never - sheath'd ...
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... thou see the dew - bedabbled wretch Turn , and return , indenting with the way ; Each envious briar his weary legs doth scratch , Each shadow makes him stop , each murmur stay . " This poem abounds with similes , many of which include ...
... thou see the dew - bedabbled wretch Turn , and return , indenting with the way ; Each envious briar his weary legs doth scratch , Each shadow makes him stop , each murmur stay . " This poem abounds with similes , many of which include ...
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... thou clear god , and patron of all light , From whom each lamp and shining star doth borrow The beauteous influence that makes him bright . " * If we compare the Venus and Adonis of Shakspeare with its classical prototypes ; with the ...
... thou clear god , and patron of all light , From whom each lamp and shining star doth borrow The beauteous influence that makes him bright . " * If we compare the Venus and Adonis of Shakspeare with its classical prototypes ; with the ...
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Side 151 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Side 515 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell Burthen Ding-dong Hark!
Side 447 - Claudio ; and I quake, Lest thou a feverous life shouldst entertain, And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension; And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Side 369 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Side 27 - Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold.
Side 79 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Side 405 - Angels and ministers of grace defend us! — Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape That I will speak to thee...
Side 79 - The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour, which doth in it live. The canker blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses.
Side 84 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Side 492 - Even here undone ! I was not much afeard ; for once or twice I was about to speak and tell him plainly, The selfsame sun that shines upon his court Hides not his visage from our cottage but Looks on alike.