Shakespeare's Plays: With His Life, Volume 1Harper & Brothers, 1847 |
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... Sweet Swan of Avon , what a sight it were , To see thee in our waters yet appear ; And make those flights upon the banks of Thames , That so did take Eliza , and our James ! But stay ; I see thee in the hemisphere Advanc'd , and made a ...
... Sweet Swan of Avon , what a sight it were , To see thee in our waters yet appear ; And make those flights upon the banks of Thames , That so did take Eliza , and our James ! But stay ; I see thee in the hemisphere Advanc'd , and made a ...
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... Sweet , sweet , sweet poison for the age's tooth : Which , though I will not practise to deceive , Yet , to avoid deceit , I mean to learn , For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising.- But who comes in such haste , in riding robes ...
... Sweet , sweet , sweet poison for the age's tooth : Which , though I will not practise to deceive , Yet , to avoid deceit , I mean to learn , For it shall strew the footsteps of my rising.- But who comes in such haste , in riding robes ...
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... sweet world's taste , That it yields nought , but shame , and bitterness . Pand . Before the curing of a strong disease , Even in the instant of repair and health , The fit is strongest : evils that take leave , On their departure most ...
... sweet world's taste , That it yields nought , but shame , and bitterness . Pand . Before the curing of a strong disease , Even in the instant of repair and health , The fit is strongest : evils that take leave , On their departure most ...
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... : His passion is so ripe , it needs must break . Pem . And when it breaks , I fear , will issue thence The foul corruption of a sweet child's death . K. John . We cannot hold mortality's strong hand.- Good 32 ACT IV . SCENE II . KING JOHN .
... : His passion is so ripe , it needs must break . Pem . And when it breaks , I fear , will issue thence The foul corruption of a sweet child's death . K. John . We cannot hold mortality's strong hand.- Good 32 ACT IV . SCENE II . KING JOHN .
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... sweet life's loss . Sal . Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes , For villainy is not without such rheum ; And he , long traded in it , makes it seem Like rivers of remorse and innocency . Away , with me , all you whose souls abhor ...
... sweet life's loss . Sal . Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes , For villainy is not without such rheum ; And he , long traded in it , makes it seem Like rivers of remorse and innocency . Away , with me , all you whose souls abhor ...
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Shakespeare's Plays: With His Life, Volume 2 John Payne Collier,Charles Knight No preview available - 2015 |
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Page 12 - With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose well...
Page 44 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Page 97 - My Shakespeare rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
Page 25 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Page 11 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor ; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate...
Page 17 - Windsor, thou didst swear to me then, as I was washing thy wound, to marry me and make me my lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it ? Did not goodwife Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly?
Page 97 - To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess thy writings to be such As neither man nor Muse can praise too much. 'Tis true, and all men's suffrage.
Page 98 - AN EPITAPH ON THE ADMIRABLE DRAMATIC POET, W. SHAKESPEARE. WHAT needs my Shakespeare, for his honour'd bones, The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou, in our wonder and astonishment, Hast built thyself a livelong monument. For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart • Hath, from the...