Studies of Shakspere: Forming a Companion Volume to Every Edition of the TextC. Knight, 1849 - 560 Seiten |
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... leave off talk ; in vain you seem to prate : Not all the talk you utter can , my sorrows can abate . " hang himself , and to help him up in the tree to accomplish his determination . They consent , arguing that if he hangs himself they ...
... leave off talk ; in vain you seem to prate : Not all the talk you utter can , my sorrows can abate . " hang himself , and to help him up in the tree to accomplish his determination . They consent , arguing that if he hangs himself they ...
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... leave a never - dying mind . But you , villains , rebels , traitors as you are , How came the foe in , pressing so near ? Where , where slept the garrison that should a beat them back ? Where was our friends to intercept the foe ? All ...
... leave a never - dying mind . But you , villains , rebels , traitors as you are , How came the foe in , pressing so near ? Where , where slept the garrison that should a beat them back ? Where was our friends to intercept the foe ? All ...
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... leave a monument of revenge , proclaims that the stream be thenceforth called after the dam- sel's name , which , by length of time , is changed now to Sabrina , or Severn . " In Comus Milton lingers with delight about the same story ...
... leave a monument of revenge , proclaims that the stream be thenceforth called after the dam- sel's name , which , by length of time , is changed now to Sabrina , or Severn . " In Comus Milton lingers with delight about the same story ...
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... leave , with heavenly beauty stor'd , And on your shoulders spread your golden locks ; You savage bears , in caves and darken'd dens , Come wail with me the martial Locrine's death ; Come mourn with me for beauteous Estrild's death ! Ah ...
... leave , with heavenly beauty stor'd , And on your shoulders spread your golden locks ; You savage bears , in caves and darken'd dens , Come wail with me the martial Locrine's death ; Come mourn with me for beauteous Estrild's death ! Ah ...
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... leaves ; where the glow - worm creepeth in the night no adder will go in the day . " Alexander and Campaspe ' is in prose . The action is little , Apology of Pierce Pennilesse . ' § Petition to the Queen in the Harleian MSS .: Dods ...
... leaves ; where the glow - worm creepeth in the night no adder will go in the day . " Alexander and Campaspe ' is in prose . The action is little , Apology of Pierce Pennilesse . ' § Petition to the Queen in the Harleian MSS .: Dods ...
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Seite 483 - Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by these rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross ; Within be fed, without...
Seite 499 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Seite 203 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.
Seite 58 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Seite 496 - ... vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
Seite 453 - Yet must I not give Nature all ; thy art, My gentle Shakespeare, 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...
Seite 452 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon and an English man-of-war. Master Coleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances. CVL, with the English man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Seite 307 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Seite 306 - Invest me in my motley ; give me leave To speak my mind, and I will through and through Cleanse the foul body of the infected world, If they will patiently receive my medicine.
Seite 493 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.