William Shakspere: A BiographyCollier, 1860 - 553 sider |
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... poet than those stories which would make him of obscure birth and servile employ- ments . Take old Aubrey's story , the shrewd learned gossip and antiquary , who survived Shakspere some eighty years : - " Mr. William Shakespear was born ...
... poet than those stories which would make him of obscure birth and servile employ- ments . Take old Aubrey's story , the shrewd learned gossip and antiquary , who survived Shakspere some eighty years : - " Mr. William Shakespear was born ...
Side 20
... poet , with the pithy remark that he was the " best of his family , " proclaimed to a member of one of the Inns of Court that " this Shakespeare was formerly in this town bound apprentice to a butcher , but that he ran from his master ...
... poet , with the pithy remark that he was the " best of his family , " proclaimed to a member of one of the Inns of Court that " this Shakespeare was formerly in this town bound apprentice to a butcher , but that he ran from his master ...
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... poet . * * He , by whom " Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues , " may be said , without offence , to have guarded this unconscious child . William Shakspere was to be an instrument , and a great one , in the intellectual ...
... poet . * * He , by whom " Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues , " may be said , without offence , to have guarded this unconscious child . William Shakspere was to be an instrument , and a great one , in the intellectual ...
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... poet of the human race was born . Eyes now closed on the world but who have left that behind which the world " will not willingly let die , " have glistened under this humble roof , and there have been thoughts unutterable - solemn ...
... poet of the human race was born . Eyes now closed on the world but who have left that behind which the world " will not willingly let die , " have glistened under this humble roof , and there have been thoughts unutterable - solemn ...
Side 37
... poet's family . " We not only do not believe that it as " the composition of any one of our poet's family , " nor " the undoubted work of the family priest , " but we do not believe that it is the work of a Roman Catholic at all . It ...
... poet's family . " We not only do not believe that it as " the composition of any one of our poet's family , " nor " the undoubted work of the family priest , " but we do not believe that it is the work of a Roman Catholic at all . It ...
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Side 226 - I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear Such gallant chiding; for, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
Side 308 - Yes, trust them not: for there is an upstart crow beautified with our feathers, that with his tiger's heart, wrapt in a player's hide, supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you; and being an absolute Johannes factotum, is in his own conceit the only Shake-scene in a country.
Side 523 - 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 264 - Hear him but reason in divinity, And, all-admiring, with an inward wish You would desire the king were made a prelate...
Side 175 - So went to bed : where eagerly his sickness Pursued him still ; and, three nights after this, About the hour of eight, (which he himself Foretold should be his last,) full of repentance, Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows, He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.
Side 378 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Side 408 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Side 241 - tis he: why, he was met even now As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud; Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds, With bur-docks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow In our sustaining corn.
Side 240 - By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Side 529 - tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.