Studies of Shakspere: Forming a Companion Volume to Every Edition of the TextC. Knight, 1849 - 560 pages |
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... hath this day His men of might , in his own sight , All young children to slay . That woe is me , poor child , for thee , And ever mourn and say , For thy parting neither say nor sing By , by , lully , lullay . " The shepherds again ...
... hath this day His men of might , in his own sight , All young children to slay . That woe is me , poor child , for thee , And ever mourn and say , For thy parting neither say nor sing By , by , lully , lullay . " The shepherds again ...
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... hath brought in all that Poetry can sing , so hath he sought out every strain that Music is able to pipe , and drawn all kinds of instruments into that compass , simple and mixed . For the eye , beside the beauty of the houses and the ...
... hath brought in all that Poetry can sing , so hath he sought out every strain that Music is able to pipe , and drawn all kinds of instruments into that compass , simple and mixed . For the eye , beside the beauty of the houses and the ...
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... hath not heard of his dissolute and licentious living ; his fond disguising of a Master of Art with ruffianly hair , unseemly apparel , and more unseemly company ; his vainglorious and Thrasonical braving ; his fripperly extem- porizing ...
... hath not heard of his dissolute and licentious living ; his fond disguising of a Master of Art with ruffianly hair , unseemly apparel , and more unseemly company ; his vainglorious and Thrasonical braving ; his fripperly extem- porizing ...
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... hath one of the best wits in England . " ‡ The little man knew " What hell it is in suing long to bide . " He had been a dreary time waiting and pe- titioning for the place of Master of the In his own peculiar phraseology he tells the ...
... hath one of the best wits in England . " ‡ The little man knew " What hell it is in suing long to bide . " He had been a dreary time waiting and pe- titioning for the place of Master of the In his own peculiar phraseology he tells the ...
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... hath he told to thee , Meet and agreeing with thine infancy ; In that respect then , like a loving child , Shed yet some small drops from thy tender spring , Because kind nature doth require it so . " . Malone has not marked these ...
... hath he told to thee , Meet and agreeing with thine infancy ; In that respect then , like a loving child , Shed yet some small drops from thy tender spring , Because kind nature doth require it so . " . Malone has not marked these ...
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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.