William Shakspere: A BiographyCollier, 1860 - 553 Seiten |
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... belonged to Shakspere . But she was in ill odour . In a fit of resentment , the day before she quitted the ancient house , she whitewashed the walls of the bed - room , so as to obliterate the pencil inscriptions with which they were ...
... belonged to Shakspere . But she was in ill odour . In a fit of resentment , the day before she quitted the ancient house , she whitewashed the walls of the bed - room , so as to obliterate the pencil inscriptions with which they were ...
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... belonged to the Roman Ca- tholic persuasion . This belief rests upon the following foundation . In the year 1770 , Thomas Hart , who then inhabited one of the tenements in Henley Street which had been bequeathed to his family by William ...
... belonged to the Roman Ca- tholic persuasion . This belief rests upon the following foundation . In the year 1770 , Thomas Hart , who then inhabited one of the tenements in Henley Street which had been bequeathed to his family by William ...
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... belonged to the transition period , or he could not have been quite what he was . His intellect was not the dwarfish and precocious growth of the hot - bed of change , and still less of convulsion . His whole soul was permeated with the ...
... belonged to the transition period , or he could not have been quite what he was . His intellect was not the dwarfish and precocious growth of the hot - bed of change , and still less of convulsion . His whole soul was permeated with the ...
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... belonged to a nation which admired courage , which loved truth , which respected misfortune . Percy , speaking of the more ancient ballad of Chevy Chase , ' says " One may also observe a generous impartiality in the old original bard ...
... belonged to a nation which admired courage , which loved truth , which respected misfortune . Percy , speaking of the more ancient ballad of Chevy Chase , ' says " One may also observe a generous impartiality in the old original bard ...
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... belonged spits , crocks , & c . , utensils for dressing provi- sion . Here the housekeepers met and were merry , and gave their charity . The young people were there , too , and had dancing , bowling , shooting at butts , & c . , the ...
... belonged spits , crocks , & c . , utensils for dressing provi- sion . Here the housekeepers met and were merry , and gave their charity . The young people were there , too , and had dancing , bowling , shooting at butts , & c . , the ...
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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.