Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: With a Life of the Poet and Notes, Original and Selected, 1. ciltCharles C. Little and James Brown, 1844 |
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Sayfa xvi
... never yet with entire success . We know only that his connection with the stage continued for about twenty years ( though the duration even of this term cannot be settled with precision ) , and that , within this period , he composed ...
... never yet with entire success . We know only that his connection with the stage continued for about twenty years ( though the duration even of this term cannot be settled with precision ) , and that , within this period , he composed ...
Sayfa xxv
... never forgave it . " By Aubrey the story is differently told ; and the lines in question , with some alterations , which evi- dently make them worse , are said to have been written after Combe's death . Steevens and Malone discredit the ...
... never forgave it . " By Aubrey the story is differently told ; and the lines in question , with some alterations , which evi- dently make them worse , are said to have been written after Combe's death . Steevens and Malone discredit the ...
Sayfa xxxvi
... never die . This I may modestly say of him ( nor is it my particular opinion , but the sense of all mankind ) , that the best tragedies on the English stage have received their lustre from Mr. Hart's performance ; that he has left such ...
... never die . This I may modestly say of him ( nor is it my particular opinion , but the sense of all mankind ) , that the best tragedies on the English stage have received their lustre from Mr. Hart's performance ; that he has left such ...
Sayfa l
... William Kempe , William Johnson , Baptiste Goodale , and Robert Armyn , being all of them sharers in the blacke Fryers playehouse , have never given cause of dis- pleasure , in that they have brought into theire playes 1 NEW FACTS ...
... William Kempe , William Johnson , Baptiste Goodale , and Robert Armyn , being all of them sharers in the blacke Fryers playehouse , have never given cause of dis- pleasure , in that they have brought into theire playes 1 NEW FACTS ...
Sayfa lii
... never to have abated , but to have been constantly kept alive by the exertions of the civic authorities to remove the players , and by the endeavors of the players , now and then , to retaliate : the proverbial wisdom of the citizens ...
... never to have abated , but to have been constantly kept alive by the exertions of the civic authorities to remove the players , and by the endeavors of the players , now and then , to retaliate : the proverbial wisdom of the citizens ...
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Sayfa 52 - 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 sometime voices, That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me ; that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Sayfa 69 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Sayfa 249 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Sayfa 278 - 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...
Sayfa 67 - Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure, and, when I have required 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.
Sayfa 132 - Who is Silvia? what is she, That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind as she is fair? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling : She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling : To her let us garlands bring.
Sayfa 246 - Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Sayfa 22 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other; when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known...
Sayfa 67 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Sayfa 334 - Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do; Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.