The Quarterly Review, Volume 131John Murray, 1871 - English literature |
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... whole Works of the Right Rev. Jeremy Taylor , D.D. , Lord Bishop of Down , Connor , and Dromore : with a Life of the Author , and a critical examination of his Writings . By the Right Rev. Reginald Heber , D.D. , late Lord Bishop of ...
... whole Works of the Right Rev. Jeremy Taylor , D.D. , Lord Bishop of Down , Connor , and Dromore : with a Life of the Author , and a critical examination of his Writings . By the Right Rev. Reginald Heber , D.D. , late Lord Bishop of ...
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... whole mass of evidence has been thoroughly sifted . Availing ourselves therefore of what has been brought to light by the indefatigable diligence of the poet's admirers within the last few years , and of such papers as still remain un ...
... whole mass of evidence has been thoroughly sifted . Availing ourselves therefore of what has been brought to light by the indefatigable diligence of the poet's admirers within the last few years , and of such papers as still remain un ...
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... whole life and character of a man , however remote from ordinary observation , would by a similar power extract from books - poor and meagre in themselves the quintessence of a life rich and varied , instinct with thoughts and feelings ...
... whole life and character of a man , however remote from ordinary observation , would by a similar power extract from books - poor and meagre in themselves the quintessence of a life rich and varied , instinct with thoughts and feelings ...
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... whole modern hypothesis that as sharer or manager his time was employed in patching up the productions of other dramatists , older or con- temporary , and fitting them for the stage . What with sonnets , poems , plays of his own , once ...
... whole modern hypothesis that as sharer or manager his time was employed in patching up the productions of other dramatists , older or con- temporary , and fitting them for the stage . What with sonnets , poems , plays of his own , once ...
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... whole tenor of his life , contradict altogether the supposition that the poet was intemperate . If the * In the account of ' The Revels at Court , ' notices are found of the following : ' Othello , ' ' Merry Wives of Windsor , Measure ...
... whole tenor of his life , contradict altogether the supposition that the poet was intemperate . If the * In the account of ' The Revels at Court , ' notices are found of the following : ' Othello , ' ' Merry Wives of Windsor , Measure ...
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Page 26 - I remember the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, "Would he ' had blotted a thousand," which they thought a malevolent speech.
Page 372 - There is given Unto the things of earth, which Time hath bent, A spirit's feeling, and where he hath leant His hand, but broke his scythe, there is a power And magic in the ruin'd battlement, For which the palace of the present hour Must yield its pomp, and wait till ages are its dower.
Page 378 - Vere, You pine among your halls and towers : The languid light of your proud eyes Is wearied of the rolling hours. In glowing health, with boundless wealth, But sickening of a vague disease, You know so ill to deal with time, You needs must play such pranks as these. Clara, Clara Vere de Vere, If time be heavy on your hands, Are there no beggars at your gate, Nor any poor about your lands ? Oh! teach the orphan-boy to read, Or teach the orphan-girl to sew, Pray Heaven for a human heart, And let the...
Page 379 - Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind.
Page 388 - I knew Of no more subtle master under heaven Than is the maiden passion for a maid, Not only to keep down the base in man, But teach high thought, and amiable words And courtliness, and the desire of fame, And love of truth, and all that makes a man.
Page 376 - There methinks would be enjoyment more than in this march of mind, In the steamship, in the railway, in the thoughts that shake mankind. There the passions cramp'd no longer shall have scope and breathing space: I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
Page 388 - I made them lay their hands in mine and swear To reverence the King, as if he were Their conscience, and their conscience as their King To break the heathen and uphold the Christ...
Page 26 - It had been a thing, we confess, worthy to have been wished, that the author himself had lived to have set forth and overseen his own writings ; but since it hath been ordained otherwise, and he by death departed from that right, we pray you do not envy his friends the office of their care and pain to have collected and published them...
Page 369 - Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription: then, let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man.
Page 371 - t was a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.