Shakspeare and His Times: Including the Biography of the Poet, Criticisms on His Genius and Writings, a New Chronology of His Plays, a Disquisition on the Object of His Sonnets, and a History of the Manners, Customs, Amusements, Superstitions, Poetry, and Elegant Literature of His Age |
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... reputation of a scholar . That the powers , however , of his vast and capacious mind , especially if we Censura Literaria , vol , ix . p . 2.5 . consider the shortness of his life , were not expended SHAKSPEARE AND HIS TIMES . 15.
... reputation of a scholar . That the powers , however , of his vast and capacious mind , especially if we Censura Literaria , vol , ix . p . 2.5 . consider the shortness of his life , were not expended SHAKSPEARE AND HIS TIMES . 15.
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... powers were hereafter to astonish the world . " ‡ Of the gorgeous splendour and elaborate pageantry which were displayed during this princely fete at Kenelworth , some idea may be formed from the following summary . The Earl met the ...
... powers were hereafter to astonish the world . " ‡ Of the gorgeous splendour and elaborate pageantry which were displayed during this princely fete at Kenelworth , some idea may be formed from the following summary . The Earl met the ...
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... powers of his imagination , and the desultory and unsettled habits which tradition has ascribed to him during his youthful residence at Stratford , we may assert , without fear of contradiction , and as an undoubted truth , that his ...
... powers of his imagination , and the desultory and unsettled habits which tradition has ascribed to him during his youthful residence at Stratford , we may assert , without fear of contradiction , and as an undoubted truth , that his ...
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... power . When the bandage was removed from her eyes , she found her- self in a bedchamber , in which was the lady on whose account she had been sent for , and a man of a haughty and ferocious aspect . The lady was delivered of a fine boy ...
... power . When the bandage was removed from her eyes , she found her- self in a bedchamber , in which was the lady on whose account she had been sent for , and a man of a haughty and ferocious aspect . The lady was delivered of a fine boy ...
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... powers , The rock , the spindle , and the sheers , controul Of destiny , and spin her own free hours . Chalmers's Poets , vol . iv . p . 564. Albion's England , chap . 24 . Ben Jonson perides , in 1648. He gives us in his title 5 ...
... powers , The rock , the spindle , and the sheers , controul Of destiny , and spin her own free hours . Chalmers's Poets , vol . iv . p . 564. Albion's England , chap . 24 . Ben Jonson perides , in 1648. He gives us in his title 5 ...
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Page 189 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Page 547 - To-day, my lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood...
Page 372 - O, then vouchsafe me but this loving thought: 'Had my friend's Muse grown with this growing age, A dearer birth than this his love had brought, To march in ranks of better equipage: But since he died, and poets better prove, Theirs for their style I'll read, his for his love.
Page 139 - Sparta: never did I hear Such gallant chiding; for, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
Page 385 - When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard; Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go...
Page 520 - And so I was, which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me!
Page 506 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours.
Page 386 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Page 193 - Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Page 200 - And though this, probably the first essay of his poetry, be lost, yet it is said to have been so very bitter, that it redoubled the prosecution against him to that degree, that he was obliged to leave his business and family in Warwickshire, for some time, and shelter himself in London.