Characters of Shakespeare's PlaysWiley and Putnam, 1845 - 229 pages |
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... writer , Otway , and of a single play of his ( Venice Preserved ' ) , there is nobody in tra- gedy and dramatic poetry ( I do not here speak of comedy ) , to be compared to the great men of the age of Shakspeare , and im- mediately ...
... writer , Otway , and of a single play of his ( Venice Preserved ' ) , there is nobody in tra- gedy and dramatic poetry ( I do not here speak of comedy ) , to be compared to the great men of the age of Shakspeare , and im- mediately ...
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... writers , and they make occasional mention of some few French authors , as Ronsard and Du Bartas ; for the French literature had not at this stage arrived at its Augustan period , and it was the imitation of their literature a century ...
... writers , and they make occasional mention of some few French authors , as Ronsard and Du Bartas ; for the French literature had not at this stage arrived at its Augustan period , and it was the imitation of their literature a century ...
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... writers , was yet in considerable activity in the reign of Elizabeth . " The age of chivalry was not then quite gone , nor the glory of Europe extinguished for ever . " Jousts and tourna- ments were still common with the nobility in ...
... writers , was yet in considerable activity in the reign of Elizabeth . " The age of chivalry was not then quite gone , nor the glory of Europe extinguished for ever . " Jousts and tourna- ments were still common with the nobility in ...
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... writer of the present day , that it was general or frequent . The very stress laid upon certain holidays and festivals , shows that they did not . keep up the same Saturnalian license and open - house all the year round . They reserved ...
... writer of the present day , that it was general or frequent . The very stress laid upon certain holidays and festivals , shows that they did not . keep up the same Saturnalian license and open - house all the year round . They reserved ...
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... writers in proportion to their strength . We are a nation of islanders , and we cannot help it ; nor mend ourselves if we would . We are something in our- elves , nothing when we try to ape others . Music and painting are not our forte ...
... writers in proportion to their strength . We are a nation of islanders , and we cannot help it ; nor mend ourselves if we would . We are something in our- elves , nothing when we try to ape others . Music and painting are not our forte ...
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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.