The Works of Shakespeare: the Text Carefully Restored According to the First Editions: Editor's preface; Didication; Commendatory verses; Tempest; Two gentlemen of Verona; Merry wives of Windsor; Twelfth night |
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Page xxiii
I will not lodge thee by Chaucer , or Spenser ; or bid Beaumont lie A little further , to make thee a room : Thou art a monument without a tomb ; And art alive still , while thy book doth live , And we have wits to read , or praise to ...
I will not lodge thee by Chaucer , or Spenser ; or bid Beaumont lie A little further , to make thee a room : Thou art a monument without a tomb ; And art alive still , while thy book doth live , And we have wits to read , or praise to ...
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... till any of thy volume's rest , Shall with more fire , more feeling , be express'd , Be sure , our Shakespeare , thou canst never die , But , crown'd with laurel , live eternally . L. DIGGES . To the Memory of MR . W. SHAKESPEARE .
... till any of thy volume's rest , Shall with more fire , more feeling , be express'd , Be sure , our Shakespeare , thou canst never die , But , crown'd with laurel , live eternally . L. DIGGES . To the Memory of MR . W. SHAKESPEARE .
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Thou , in our wonder and astonishment , Hast built thyself a live - long monument : For whilst , to the shame of slow - endeavouring art , Thy easy numbers flow ; and that each heart Hath , from the leaves of thy unvalued book , Those ...
Thou , in our wonder and astonishment , Hast built thyself a live - long monument : For whilst , to the shame of slow - endeavouring art , Thy easy numbers flow ; and that each heart Hath , from the leaves of thy unvalued book , Those ...
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Now , when they could no longer him enjoy , In mortal garments pent , - death may destroy , They say , his body ; but his verse shall live , And more than nature takes our hands shall give : In a less volume , but more strongly bound ...
Now , when they could no longer him enjoy , In mortal garments pent , - death may destroy , They say , his body ; but his verse shall live , And more than nature takes our hands shall give : In a less volume , but more strongly bound ...
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Ant . True ; save means to live . Seb . Of that there's none , or little . Gon . How lush and lusty the grass looks ! how green ! Ant . The ground , indeed , is tawny . Scb . With an eye 6 of green in't . Ant . He misses not much .
Ant . True ; save means to live . Seb . Of that there's none , or little . Gon . How lush and lusty the grass looks ! how green ! Ant . The ground , indeed , is tawny . Scb . With an eye 6 of green in't . Ant . He misses not much .
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Page 104 - tis true, I must be here confin'd by you, Or sent to Naples : Let me not, Since I have my dukedom got, And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell In this bare island, by your spell ; But release me from my bands, With the help of your good hands ', Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please : Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant ; And my ending is despair, Unless I be reliev'd by prayer ; Which pierces so, that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults....
Page 92 - gainst my fury Do I take part: the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further.
Page 331 - If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy Love.
Page xxviii - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart • Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took, Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
Page 72 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Page 93 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Page 93 - 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.
Page 92 - Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid, Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war...
Page 77 - O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i" the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Page 92 - By moon-shine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms ; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew ; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be,) I have be-dimm'd The noon-tide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And...
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| Title | The Works of Shakespeare: the Text Carefully Restored According to the First Editions: Editor's preface; Didication; Commendatory verses; Tempest; Two gentlemen of Verona; Merry wives of Windsor; Twelfth night Volume 1 of The Works of Shakespeare: the Text Carefully Restored According to the First Editions, Samuel Weller Singer |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Editors | Henry Norman Hudson, Samuel Weller Singer |
| Publisher | J. Munroe, 1851 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 6 Feb 2008 |
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