William Shakspere: A BiographyCollier, 1860 - 553 Seiten |
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... tell us nothing , or next to nothing , of John Shakspere . When he was clected an alderman in 1565 , we can trace out the occupations of his brother aldermen , and readily come to the conclusion that the municipal authority of Stratford ...
... tell us nothing , or next to nothing , of John Shakspere . When he was clected an alderman in 1565 , we can trace out the occupations of his brother aldermen , and readily come to the conclusion that the municipal authority of Stratford ...
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... tell what might again happen . It was safer not to read . It was much less troublesome not to write . The town - clerk was a good penman ; they could flourish . We were reluctant to yield our assent to Malone's assertion that ...
... tell what might again happen . It was safer not to read . It was much less troublesome not to write . The town - clerk was a good penman ; they could flourish . We were reluctant to yield our assent to Malone's assertion that ...
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... tells a fearful history . From the 30th June to the 31st December , two hundred and thirty - eight inhabitants , a sixth ... tell . The Charnel - house - a melancholy - looking appendage to the chancel of Stratford Church , ( now removed ...
... tells a fearful history . From the 30th June to the 31st December , two hundred and thirty - eight inhabitants , a sixth ... tell . The Charnel - house - a melancholy - looking appendage to the chancel of Stratford Church , ( now removed ...
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... tell of a good yeman , His name was Robyn Hode ; Robyn was a proud outlawe Whyles he walked on ground , So curteyse an outlawe as he was one Was never none y founde . " · · The good old printer , Wynkyn , knew that there were real ...
... tell of a good yeman , His name was Robyn Hode ; Robyn was a proud outlawe Whyles he walked on ground , So curteyse an outlawe as he was one Was never none y founde . " · · The good old printer , Wynkyn , knew that there were real ...
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... tells of inundations in the low pastures that lie all around it . We look upon Dugdale's Map of Barichway Hundred , in ... tell of uncultivated downs which have rung to the call of the falconer or the horn of the huntsman ; and then ...
... tells of inundations in the low pastures that lie all around it . We look upon Dugdale's Map of Barichway Hundred , in ... tell of uncultivated downs which have rung to the call of the falconer or the horn of the huntsman ; and then ...
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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.