Life Portraits of William Shakespeare: A History of the Various Representations of the Poet, with an Examination Into Their Authenticity

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S. Low, son, & Marston, 1864 - 128 стор.

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Сторінка 3 - 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...
Сторінка 3 - Renowned Spenser, lie a thought more nigh To learned Chaucer ; and, rare Beaumont, lie A little nearer Spenser ; to make room For Shakespeare in your threefold fourfold tomb...
Сторінка 3 - The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! 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.
Сторінка 35 - Shakspeare, thy gift, I place before my sight ; With awe I ask his blessing ere I write ; With reverence look on his majestic face, Proud to be less, but of his godlike race.
Сторінка 18 - ... the tide : for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his finger's end, I knew there was but one way ; for his nose was as sharp as a pen on a table of green frieze.'2 How now, sir John ? quoth I : what, man ! be of sood cheer.
Сторінка 39 - Reader THIS Figure, that thou here seest put, It was for gentle Shakespeare cut; Wherein the Graver had a strife With Nature, to out-doo the life: O, could he but have drawne his wit As well in brasse, as he hath hit His face; the Print would then surpasse All, that was ever writ in brasse. But, since he cannot, Reader, looke Not on his Picture, but his Booke.
Сторінка 127 - Witty above her sex, but that's not all ; Wise to salvation was good Mistress Hall : Something of Shakespeare was in that; but this Wholly of Him with whom she's now in bliss.
Сторінка 100 - This sword a dagger had, his page, That was but little for his age...
Сторінка 98 - Sr. Jon Falsstaff: in a roabe of russet, quite low, with a great belley, like a swolen man, long moustacheos, the sheows [shoes] shorte, and out of them great toes like naked feete : buskins to sheaw a great swolen leg.
Сторінка 4 - Spenser, lie a thought more nigh To learned Chaucer, and rare Beaumont lie A little nearer Spenser, to make room For Shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb. To lodge all four in one bed, make a shift Until Doomsday, for hardly will a fift Betwixt this day and that by Fate be slain, For whom your curtains may be drawn again.

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