Characters of Shakespeare's PlaysWiley and Putnam, 1845 - 229 pàgines |
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Pàgina 2
... 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 , and show the picture of Genius , " restraining my own admiration ...
... 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 , and show the picture of Genius , " restraining my own admiration ...
Pàgina 4
... matter to work upon . What we learn from nature , we may hope to do as well as they ; what we learn from them we may in gen- eral expect to do worse . - What is , I think , as likely as anything to cure us of this overweening admiration ...
... matter to work upon . What we learn from nature , we may hope to do as well as they ; what we learn from them we may in gen- eral expect to do worse . - What is , I think , as likely as anything to cure us of this overweening admiration ...
Pàgina 5
... matters of science and specula- tive inquiry , where , by going often over the same general ground , certain general conclusions have been arrived at , and in the number of persons reasoning on a given subject , truth has at last been ...
... matters of science and specula- tive inquiry , where , by going often over the same general ground , certain general conclusions have been arrived at , and in the number of persons reasoning on a given subject , truth has at last been ...
Pàgina 6
... matter of literary courtesy and enlargement of taste , we are afraid of coming to the proof , as too great a trial of our candour and pa- tience . We regard the enthusiastic admiration of these obsolete authors , or a desire to make ...
... matter of literary courtesy and enlargement of taste , we are afraid of coming to the proof , as too great a trial of our candour and pa- tience . We regard the enthusiastic admiration of these obsolete authors , or a desire to make ...
Pàgina 16
... matter of just memory : Since none that breatheth living air , doth know Where is that happy land of faery Which I so much do vaunt , but nowhere show , But vouch antiquities which nobody can know . But let that man with better sense ...
... matter of just memory : Since none that breatheth living air , doth know Where is that happy land of faery Which I so much do vaunt , but nowhere show , But vouch antiquities which nobody can know . But let that man with better sense ...
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Pàgina 24 - Would he were fatter. — But I fear him not. Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men.
Pàgina 144 - Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Pàgina 114 - Indian mount, or fairy elves, 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.
Pàgina 68 - A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants. EROS. Ay, my lord. ANTONY. That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns; and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.
Pàgina 105 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon and the stars : as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on : an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star...
Pàgina 163 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Pàgina 210 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
Pàgina 34 - Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolve me of all ambiguities, Perform what desperate enterprise I will? I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates...
Pàgina 159 - Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant...
Pàgina 101 - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.