Characters of Shakespeare's PlaysWiley and Putnam, 1845 - 229 pages |
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... of those joys which they diffused , but of those which they felt in the inmost recesses of their souls . He draws aside the veil of time with a hand tremulous with mingled delight and reverence ; and descants with kindling en-
... of those joys which they diffused , but of those which they felt in the inmost recesses of their souls . He draws aside the veil of time with a hand tremulous with mingled delight and reverence ; and descants with kindling en-
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... hand laid on , " the same thoughts passing through the mind and seated on the lips , the same blue sky , and glittering sunny vales , " where Pan , knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance , leads on the eternal spring . " And we ...
... hand laid on , " the same thoughts passing through the mind and seated on the lips , the same blue sky , and glittering sunny vales , " where Pan , knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance , leads on the eternal spring . " And we ...
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... hands with nature and the circumstances of the time , and is distinguished from his immediate contemporaries , not in kind , but in degree and greater variety of excellence . He did not form a class or species by himself , but belonged ...
... hands with nature and the circumstances of the time , and is distinguished from his immediate contemporaries , not in kind , but in degree and greater variety of excellence . He did not form a class or species by himself , but belonged ...
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... hands not idle . Their eyes were open to expect the greatest things , and their ears burned with cu- riosity and zeal to know the truth , that the truth might make them free . The death - blow which had been struck at scarlet vice and ...
... hands not idle . Their eyes were open to expect the greatest things , and their ears burned with cu- riosity and zeal to know the truth , that the truth might make them free . The death - blow which had been struck at scarlet vice and ...
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... hand , as separated from them by fiercer antipathies . Their virtues were the virtues of political ma- chines , their vices were the vices of demons , ready to inflict or endure pain with obdurate and remorseless inflexibility of ...
... hand , as separated from them by fiercer antipathies . Their virtues were the virtues of political ma- chines , their vices were the vices of demons , ready to inflict or endure pain with obdurate and remorseless inflexibility of ...
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Page 24 - Would he were fatter. — But I fear him not. Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men.
Page 144 - Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Page 114 - Indian mount, or fairy elves, Whose midnight revels, by a forest side, Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Page 68 - A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants. EROS. Ay, my lord. ANTONY. That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns; and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.
Page 105 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon and the stars : as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on : an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star...
Page 163 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Page 210 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
Page 34 - Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolve me of all ambiguities, Perform what desperate enterprise I will? I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates...
Page 159 - Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant...
Page 101 - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.