William Shakspere: A BiographyCollier, 1860 - 553 Seiten |
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... believe that the attempt which I ventured to make , for the first time in English Literature , to write a Biography which , in the absence of Diaries and Letters , should surround the known facts with the local and temporary circum ...
... believe that the attempt which I ventured to make , for the first time in English Literature , to write a Biography which , in the absence of Diaries and Letters , should surround the known facts with the local and temporary circum ...
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... believe thee in all after - time ; for did not Farmer aver that , when he that killed the calf wrote- " There's a divinity that shapes our ends , Rough hew them how we will , ” * - the poet - butcher was thinking of skewers ? And did ...
... believe thee in all after - time ; for did not Farmer aver that , when he that killed the calf wrote- " There's a divinity that shapes our ends , Rough hew them how we will , ” * - the poet - butcher was thinking of skewers ? And did ...
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... believe that John Shak- spere , when he is described as a yeoman in after years , " had relinquished his retail trade , " as Mr. Halliwell judges ; or that his mark , according to the same authority , was emblematical of the glove ...
... believe that John Shak- spere , when he is described as a yeoman in after years , " had relinquished his retail trade , " as Mr. Halliwell judges ; or that his mark , according to the same authority , was emblematical of the glove ...
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... believe that it as " the composition of any one of our poet's family , " nor " the undoubted work of the family priest , " but we do not believe that it is the work of a Roman Catholic at all . It professes to be the writer's " last spi ...
... believe that it as " the composition of any one of our poet's family , " nor " the undoubted work of the family priest , " but we do not believe that it is the work of a Roman Catholic at all . It professes to be the writer's " last spi ...
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... believe that the Reformation fell lightly upon John Shak- spere , as it did upon the bulk of the laity ; and he and his wife , without any offence to their consciences , saw the Common Prayer take the place of the Mass - book , and ...
... believe that the Reformation fell lightly upon John Shak- spere , as it did upon the bulk of the laity ; and he and his wife , without any offence to their consciences , saw the Common Prayer take the place of the Mass - book , and ...
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actor amongst ancient appears Arden audience Avon believe Ben Jonson Blackfriars Burbage called castle character Charlcote chronicler church comedy Court Coventry dance daughter described doth doubt dramatic Earl early Elizabeth England English Evesham father friends gentleman Guy's Cliff Hall Hamlet hath Henley Street Henry Henry VI Henry VIII honour John Shakspere Jonson Kenilworth King King's lady land Lawrence Fletcher lived London look Lord Macbeth Malone Master merry mind Nash nature night noble parish passage performed period play players pleasant poet poetical poetry present Prince probably Queen Queen's players Richard Richard Burbage Richard III Robert Arden says scarcely scene Scotland servants Shak Shakspere's Shottery solemn song spirit stage story Stratford Stratford-upon-Avon Susanna Hall Tamburlaine theatre things Thomas Thomas Lucy thou town tragedy unto Warwick Warwickshire William Shakspere words writing young Shakspere youth
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Seite 226 - I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear With hounds of 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.
Seite 308 - Yes, trust them not: for there is an upstart crow beautified with our feathers, that with his tiger's heart, wrapt in a player's hide, supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you; and being an absolute Johannes factotum, is in his own conceit the only Shake-scene in a country.
Seite 523 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Seite 264 - Hear him but reason in divinity, And, all-admiring, with an inward wish You would desire the king were made a prelate...
Seite 175 - So went to bed : where eagerly his sickness Pursued him still ; and, three nights after this, About the hour of eight, (which he himself Foretold should be his last,) full of repentance, Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows, He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.
Seite 378 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Seite 408 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Seite 241 - tis he: why, he was met even now As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud; Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds, With bur-docks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow In our sustaining corn.
Seite 240 - By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Seite 529 - tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.