The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Life. New facts regarding the life of Shakspeare [by J.P. Collier] Shakspere's will. Preface of the players [1623] Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Twelfth night. Measure for measure. Much ado about nothingHilliard, Gray,, 1839 |
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Page iv
... thought that he could grow into the admiration of the world ; and , without any reference to the curiosity of future ages , in which he could not conceive himself to possess an interest , he was con- tented to die in the arms of ...
... thought that he could grow into the admiration of the world ; and , without any reference to the curiosity of future ages , in which he could not conceive himself to possess an interest , he was con- tented to die in the arms of ...
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... thought ; and whether it were their destiny to emerge into renown , or to perish in the drawer of a manager ; to be brought to light in a state of integrity , or to revisit the glimpses of the moon with a thou- sand mortal murders on ...
... thought ; and whether it were their destiny to emerge into renown , or to perish in the drawer of a manager ; to be brought to light in a state of integrity , or to revisit the glimpses of the moon with a thou- sand mortal murders on ...
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... thought , resting on a cushion , and in the act of writing . It is placed under an arch , between two Corinthian columns of black marble , the capitals and bases of which are gilt . The face is said , but , as far as I can find , not on ...
... thought , resting on a cushion , and in the act of writing . It is placed under an arch , between two Corinthian columns of black marble , the capitals and bases of which are gilt . The face is said , but , as far as I can find , not on ...
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... thought by Malone to have died about the year 1600. With the prose inscription on this tomb , transcribed by Sir W. Dugdale , are the verses which I am about to copy , said by Dugdale to have been made by William Shakspeare , the late ...
... thought by Malone to have died about the year 1600. With the prose inscription on this tomb , transcribed by Sir W. Dugdale , are the verses which I am about to copy , said by Dugdale to have been made by William Shakspeare , the late ...
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... thought and of sententious remark , seem to have fascinated the popular mind ; and to have withdrawn from the common observation its occasional poverty of meaning ; the in- consistency of its praise and censure ; the falsity in some ...
... thought and of sententious remark , seem to have fascinated the popular mind ; and to have withdrawn from the common observation its occasional poverty of meaning ; the in- consistency of its praise and censure ; the falsity in some ...
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Page 249 - 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 sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Page 51 - 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 22 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other; when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known...
Page 346 - We must not make a scare-crow of the law. Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
Page 132 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired' be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being helped, inhabits there.
Page 67 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Page 68 - Have waked their sleepers ; oped, and let them forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure : and, when I have required 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 334 - Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do; Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Page 266 - Halloo your name to the reverberate hills And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out 'Olivia!' O, you should not rest Between the elements of air and earth, But you should pity me ! OLI.
Page 280 - A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought ; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.