The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Life of Shakespeare. Seven ages of man [illus.] Will. Commendatory verses. Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Twelfth nightC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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... of her own . We may imagine * From Robert Greene's posthumous work , written in 1592 , and Chettle's Kind Hart's Dream , published very soon after- wards . him , then , departing from his home , not WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE . 15.
... of her own . We may imagine * From Robert Greene's posthumous work , written in 1592 , and Chettle's Kind Hart's Dream , published very soon after- wards . him , then , departing from his home , not WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE . 15.
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... Kind Hart's Dream . " In the former of these works , which was published by Chettle subsequently to the un- happy author's decease , the writer , addressing his fellow dramatists , Marlowe , Peele , and Lodge , says , " " Yes ! trust ...
... Kind Hart's Dream . " In the former of these works , which was published by Chettle subsequently to the un- happy author's decease , the writer , addressing his fellow dramatists , Marlowe , Peele , and Lodge , says , " " Yes ! trust ...
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... kind assistance given by the former to the latter , when he was offering one of his plays ( Every Man in his Humour ) for the benefit of representation . The manuscript , as it is said , was on the point of being rejected and returned ...
... kind assistance given by the former to the latter , when he was offering one of his plays ( Every Man in his Humour ) for the benefit of representation . The manuscript , as it is said , was on the point of being rejected and returned ...
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... kind of cen- tral Africa , which our reason assures us to be glowing with fertility and alive with population ; but which is abandoned in our maps , from the ignorance of our geo- graphers , to the death of barrenness , and the silence ...
... kind of cen- tral Africa , which our reason assures us to be glowing with fertility and alive with population ; but which is abandoned in our maps , from the ignorance of our geo- graphers , to the death of barrenness , and the silence ...
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... not find , How much his worth transcended all his kind * . ” . With a privilege , rarely indulged even to the sons of * Epitaph on a Fair Maiden Lady , by Dryden . genius , he had produced his admirable works without any 28 THE LIFE OF.
... not find , How much his worth transcended all his kind * . ” . With a privilege , rarely indulged even to the sons of * Epitaph on a Fair Maiden Lady , by Dryden . genius , he had produced his admirable works without any 28 THE LIFE OF.
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ARIEL Ben Jonson Caius Caliban daugh daughter devil dost doth drama Duke editor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fairies Falstaff father fool Ford gentleman Gentlemen of Verona give hand hath hear heart heaven honour Host humour Illyria Johnson Julia knave lady Laun letter lord madam Malone Malvolio Marry master Brook master doctor means mind Mira mistress Ford never night Olivia Pist play Poet pr'ythee pray Prospero Proteus Quick SCENE servant Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shal Silvia SIR ANDREW SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Hugh Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby SIR TOBY BELCH Slen Slender soul speak Speed spirit Steevens Stratford Susanna Hall sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thou art thou hast Thurio Trin unto Valentine Windsor woman word
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Seite 39 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none ; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ; No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too, — but innocent and pure ; No sovereignty, — Seb.
Seite 81 - gainst my fury Do I take part. The rarer a'Ction is In virtue than in vengeance. They being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further.
Seite 47 - 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. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Seite 89 - 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...
Seite 27 - And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile : — Cursed be I that did so ! All the charms Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you ! For I am all the subjects that you have, Which first was mine own king : and here you sty me In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me The rest o
Seite 62 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometimes voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again...
Seite 82 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Seite 81 - By moon-shine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms ; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew ; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be,) I have be-dimm'd The noon-tide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And...
Seite 334 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Seite 102 - Shakspeare, must enjoy a part. For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion ; and, that he Who casts to write a living line, must sweat (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the Muses...