Shakespeare's Plays: With His Life, Volum 1Harper & Brothers, 1847 |
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Pàgina 7
... honour to Shakespeare , that in writing ( whatsoever he penned ) he never blotted out a line . My answer hath been , Would he had blotted a thousand ! which they thought a malevolent speech . I had not told pos- terity this , but for ...
... honour to Shakespeare , that in writing ( whatsoever he penned ) he never blotted out a line . My answer hath been , Would he had blotted a thousand ! which they thought a malevolent speech . I had not told pos- terity this , but for ...
Pàgina 21
... honour to Shakespeare , that in his writing ( whatsoever he penned ) he never blotted out line . My answer hath been , Would he had blotted a thousand ! which they thought a malevolent speech . I Excepting by tradition , we hear not a ...
... honour to Shakespeare , that in his writing ( whatsoever he penned ) he never blotted out line . My answer hath been , Would he had blotted a thousand ! which they thought a malevolent speech . I Excepting by tradition , we hear not a ...
Pàgina 94
... honour thee , I would not seek For names ; but call forth thundering Eschylus , Euripides , and Sophocles , to us , Pacuvius , Accius , him of Cordova dead , To life again , to hear thy buskin tread And shake a stage : or , when thy ...
... honour thee , I would not seek For names ; but call forth thundering Eschylus , Euripides , and Sophocles , to us , Pacuvius , Accius , him of Cordova dead , To life again , to hear thy buskin tread And shake a stage : or , when thy ...
Pàgina 12
... honour - giving hand Of Coeur - de - lion knighted in the field . K. John . What art thou ? Rob . The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge . K. John . Is that the elder , and art thou the heir ? You came not of one mother , then , it ...
... honour - giving hand Of Coeur - de - lion knighted in the field . K. John . What art thou ? Rob . The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge . K. John . Is that the elder , and art thou the heir ? You came not of one mother , then , it ...
Pàgina 13
... honour , yours gave land.- Now blessed be the hour , by night or day , When I was got sir Robert was away . Eli . The very spirit of Plantagenet ! - I am thy grandame , Richard : call me so . Bast . Madam , by chance , but not by truth ...
... honour , yours gave land.- Now blessed be the hour , by night or day , When I was got sir Robert was away . Eli . The very spirit of Plantagenet ! - I am thy grandame , Richard : call me so . Bast . Madam , by chance , but not by truth ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 12 - With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose well...
Pàgina 44 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Pàgina 97 - My Shakespeare rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
Pàgina 25 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Pàgina 11 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor ; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate...
Pàgina 17 - Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it ? Did not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly?
Pàgina 97 - To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess thy writings to be such As neither man nor Muse can praise too much. 'Tis true, and all men's suffrage.
Pàgina 98 - AN EPITAPH ON THE ADMIRABLE DRAMATIC POET, W. SHAKESPEARE. WHAT needs my Shakespeare, for his honour'd bones, The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou, in our wonder and astonishment, Hast built thyself a livelong monument. For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart • Hath, from the...