Lectures on the Dramatic Literature of the Age of ElizabethWiley, 1849 - 218 pages |
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... poets , and philosophers , Raleigh , Drake , Coke , Hooker , and higher and more sounding still , and still more frequent in our mouths , Shakspeare , Spenser , Sidney , Bacon , Jonson , Beaumont and Fletcher , men whom fame has ...
... poets , and philosophers , Raleigh , Drake , Coke , Hooker , and higher and more sounding still , and still more frequent in our mouths , Shakspeare , Spenser , Sidney , Bacon , Jonson , Beaumont and Fletcher , men whom fame has ...
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... poetry lay hid in errors of the press , but leaving these weightier matters of criticism to those who are more able and willing to bear the burden , try to bring out their real beauties to the eager sight , “ draw the curtain of Time ...
... poetry lay hid in errors of the press , but leaving these weightier matters of criticism to those who are more able and willing to bear the burden , try to bring out their real beauties to the eager sight , “ draw the curtain of Time ...
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... poetry and lispings of the Muse , as when a fond parent brings forward a bashful child to make a display of its wit or learning . We hope the best , put a good face on the matter , but are sadly afraid the thing cannot answer . - Dr ...
... poetry and lispings of the Muse , as when a fond parent brings forward a bashful child to make a display of its wit or learning . We hope the best , put a good face on the matter , but are sadly afraid the thing cannot answer . - Dr ...
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... poetry ( I do not here speak of comedy ) , to be compared to the great men of the age of Shakspeare , and im- mediately after . They are a mighty phalanx of kindred spirits closing him round , moving in the same orbit , and impelled by ...
... poetry ( I do not here speak of comedy ) , to be compared to the great men of the age of Shakspeare , and im- mediately after . They are a mighty phalanx of kindred spirits closing him round , moving in the same orbit , and impelled by ...
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... poetry of the country at the period of which I have to treat ; in- dependently of incidental and fortuitous causes , for which there is no accounting , but which , after all , have often the greatest share in determining the most ...
... poetry of the country at the period of which I have to treat ; in- dependently of incidental and fortuitous causes , for which there is no accounting , but which , after all , have often the greatest share in determining the most ...
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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.