Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: With a Life of the Poet and Notes, Original and Selected, Volume 1Charles C. Little and James Brown, 1844 |
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... heart , and to hold " in sweet captivity " a mind of the very highest order . No charge is intimated against the lady ; but she is left in Stratford by her husband during his long residence in the metropolis ; and on his death , she is ...
... heart , and to hold " in sweet captivity " a mind of the very highest order . No charge is intimated against the lady ; but she is left in Stratford by her husband during his long residence in the metropolis ; and on his death , she is ...
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... heart . It was impossible that he should despair ; and if he indulged in sanguine expectation , the event proved him not to be a visionary . In the course of a few years , the exile of Stratford became the associate of wits , the friend ...
... heart . It was impossible that he should despair ; and if he indulged in sanguine expectation , the event proved him not to be a visionary . In the course of a few years , the exile of Stratford became the associate of wits , the friend ...
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... heart of their writer . But I have dwelt too long upon a topic which , in truth , is undeserving of a syllable ; and if I were to linger on it any longer , for the pur- pose of exhibiting Malone's reasons for his preference of Aubrey's ...
... heart of their writer . But I have dwelt too long upon a topic which , in truth , is undeserving of a syllable ; and if I were to linger on it any longer , for the pur- pose of exhibiting Malone's reasons for his preference of Aubrey's ...
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... heart - the gentleness and benignity of his manners — we have the positive testimony of Chettle and Ben Jonson ; the former of whom seems to have been drawn , by our Poet's good and amiable qualities , from the faction of his dramatic ...
... heart - the gentleness and benignity of his manners — we have the positive testimony of Chettle and Ben Jonson ; the former of whom seems to have been drawn , by our Poet's good and amiable qualities , from the faction of his dramatic ...
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... heart . This inscription , which we shall transcribe , bears witness also , as we must observe , to the piety of her illustrious father : - Witty above her sex - but that's not all- Wise to salvation was good Mistress Hall . Something ...
... heart . This inscription , which we shall transcribe , bears witness also , as we must observe , to the piety of her illustrious father : - Witty above her sex - but that's not all- Wise to salvation was good Mistress Hall . Something ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.