Literary Leaves, Bind 2Thacker & Company, 1840 |
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... cause of their neglect may be discovered in the en- mity of Steevens , whose arrogant and tasteless criticisms have had a strange influence over succeeding commentators . Alexander Chalmers observes , that " it is perhaps necessary that ...
... cause of their neglect may be discovered in the en- mity of Steevens , whose arrogant and tasteless criticisms have had a strange influence over succeeding commentators . Alexander Chalmers observes , that " it is perhaps necessary that ...
Side 22
... cause . It is not certain that Shakespeare in this case intends to commit a pun on a name , because the word hew in Shakespeare's time , as Dr. Drake observes , meant mien and appearance , as well as tint , and it is possible that the ...
... cause . It is not certain that Shakespeare in this case intends to commit a pun on a name , because the word hew in Shakespeare's time , as Dr. Drake observes , meant mien and appearance , as well as tint , and it is possible that the ...
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... cause of so much painful and despairing research . If Shakespeare had had any thing to do with the edition , I think he would have dedicated the work in an open manner to his faithful friend and munificent patron ( his earliest and his ...
... cause of so much painful and despairing research . If Shakespeare had had any thing to do with the edition , I think he would have dedicated the work in an open manner to his faithful friend and munificent patron ( his earliest and his ...
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... causes of his present afflictions would have appeared trivial and absurd . He should not then , expect persons whose blood is warm in their veins , and whose eyes are open to the blessed sun in heaven , to think more of his sorrows than ...
... causes of his present afflictions would have appeared trivial and absurd . He should not then , expect persons whose blood is warm in their veins , and whose eyes are open to the blessed sun in heaven , to think more of his sorrows than ...
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... cause of strife , a dream— Thy home , the world - thy family , mankind . Cossipore , 1839 . SONNET - WRITTEN IN A LADY'S ALBUM . THE page is laid before me , and a voice That none could well resist , its soft command Is breathing in my ...
... cause of strife , a dream— Thy home , the world - thy family , mankind . Cossipore , 1839 . SONNET - WRITTEN IN A LADY'S ALBUM . THE page is laid before me , and a voice That none could well resist , its soft command Is breathing in my ...
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Addison admiration amongst Anna Seward appears beauty Ben Jonson breathe Byron Campbell character charm critic delight diction Don Quixote dramatic dreams Drummond Dryden English English language excellence exquisite Falstaff fame fancy feeling genius Grongar Hill hath Hazlitt heart human humour Iago imagination imitation intellectual Italian Johnson Knight language Leigh Hunt less literary literature living look Lord Lord Byron Massinger merit Milton mind Moore moral Muse nature never noble o'er object observed Othello passages passion perhaps Petrarch poems poet poet's poetical poetry Pope popular praise prose racter reader respect rhymes Roger de Coverley Sancho Sancho Panza says scene seems sense Shakespeare Shylock Sir Roger sonnets soul speak spirit stanza strange style sweet taste thee thine thing Thomas Moore thou thought tion Tory true truth uncle Toby verse vulgar Whig words Wordsworth writer written
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Side 16 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Side 130 - Of those fierce darts despair at me doth throw; 0 make in me those civil wars to cease; 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise...
Side 12 - ... this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
Side 13 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...
Side 193 - Tis not to make me jealous, To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well ; Where virtue is, these are more virtuous : Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt ; For she had eyes, and chose me. No, lago ; I'll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove; And, on the proof, there is no more but this, — Away at once with love or jealousy!
Side 192 - I'd make a life of jealousy ; To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions ? No ! to be once in doubt, Is once to be resolved.
Side 319 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Side 228 - As Sir Roger is landlord to the whole congregation, he keeps them in very good order, and will suffer nobody to sleep in it besides himself; for if, by chance, he has been surprised into a short nap at sermon, upon recovering out of it he stands up and looks about him, and, if he sees anybody else nodding, either wakes them himself, or sends his servants to them.
Side 297 - Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong, They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
Side 253 - Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore, From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart. Stay, stay with us, — rest, thou art weary and worn...