Lectures on the Dramatic Literature of the Age of ElizabethWiley, 1849 - 218 pages |
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... passion , imagination , thought and language , thrown , heaped , massed to- gether without careful polishing or exact method , but poured out in unconcerned profusion from the lap of nature and genius in boundless and unrivalled ...
... passion , imagination , thought and language , thrown , heaped , massed to- gether without careful polishing or exact method , but poured out in unconcerned profusion from the lap of nature and genius in boundless and unrivalled ...
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... passions , than all who have tried to reform and benefit mankind . The very idea of abstract benevolence , of the desire to do good because another wants our services , and of regarding the human race as one family , the offspring of ...
... passions , than all who have tried to reform and benefit mankind . The very idea of abstract benevolence , of the desire to do good because another wants our services , and of regarding the human race as one family , the offspring of ...
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... passions of grief , remorse , love , sympathy , the sense of shame , in the fond desires , the longings after immortality , in the heaven of hope , and the abyss of despair it lays open before us . * The literature of this age , then ...
... passions of grief , remorse , love , sympathy , the sense of shame , in the fond desires , the longings after immortality , in the heaven of hope , and the abyss of despair it lays open before us . * The literature of this age , then ...
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... passions of terror or pity might be gathered from common and actual observation— might be discerned in the workings of the face , the expressions of the tongue , the writhings of a troubled conscience . " Your face , my Thane , is as a ...
... passions of terror or pity might be gathered from common and actual observation— might be discerned in the workings of the face , the expressions of the tongue , the writhings of a troubled conscience . " Your face , my Thane , is as a ...
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... passions as we , only less disguised , and less subject to control . Decker has given an admirable description of a mad - house in one of his plays . But it might be perhaps objected , that it was only a lite- ral account taken from ...
... passions as we , only less disguised , and less subject to control . Decker has given an admirable description of a mad - house in one of his plays . But it might be perhaps objected , that it was only a lite- ral account taken from ...
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Page 114 - 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 159 - But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found, • Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song; then worms shall try That long preserved virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust: 30 The grave's a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace.
Page 139 - But, hail! thou Goddess sage and holy! Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight...
Page 157 - Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more...
Page 138 - HENCE, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy ; Oh ! sweetest melancholy.
Page 17 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters : — To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
Page 139 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Page 184 - What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.
Page 138 - A tongue chain'd up without a sound ! Fountain heads, and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed, save bats and owls ! A midnight bell, a parting groan ! These are the sounds we feed upon ; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley, Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
Page 159 - To his Coy Mistress. Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day. Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Should'st rubies find : I by the tide Of Humber would complain.