Shakespeare's Plays: With His Life, Том 3Harper & Brothers, 1847 |
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... Poet suffers either his own mind or his reader's to repose from the constant excitement of passion , wit , or fancy . It is this buoyancy of spirit , this luxury of language and imagery , this fervid activity of intellect and of fancy ...
... Poet suffers either his own mind or his reader's to repose from the constant excitement of passion , wit , or fancy . It is this buoyancy of spirit , this luxury of language and imagery , this fervid activity of intellect and of fancy ...
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... Poet's twenty - seventh or twenty - eighth year ; and this date corresponds with some slight points of circumstancial evi- dence collected by the commentators , such as the supposed allusion of the Nurse to the great earthquake of 1580 ...
... Poet's twenty - seventh or twenty - eighth year ; and this date corresponds with some slight points of circumstancial evi- dence collected by the commentators , such as the supposed allusion of the Nurse to the great earthquake of 1580 ...
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... Poet's own times . Mr. Knight has therefore manifested his usual good taste in adding to his notice of the strictly ... Poet's fancy : Above all , the painter will observe that the Poet , by some Mesmeric faculty of his imagination , had ...
... Poet's own times . Mr. Knight has therefore manifested his usual good taste in adding to his notice of the strictly ... Poet's fancy : Above all , the painter will observe that the Poet , by some Mesmeric faculty of his imagination , had ...
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... Poet means - the midwife among the fairies , because it was her peculiar employment to steal the new - born babe in the night , and to leave another in its place . The Poet here uses her general appellation and character , which yet ...
... Poet means - the midwife among the fairies , because it was her peculiar employment to steal the new - born babe in the night , and to leave another in its place . The Poet here uses her general appellation and character , which yet ...
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... poetic beauty , and the other reading is so tame in expression , and so little in Shakespeare's man- ner , whose faults of language are never on that side , that it seems quite probable that this was a correction of the Poet's own ...
... poetic beauty , and the other reading is so tame in expression , and so little in Shakespeare's man- ner , whose faults of language are never on that side , that it seems quite probable that this was a correction of the Poet's own ...
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Сторінка 43 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Сторінка 31 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest (For Brutus is an honourable man, So are they all, all honourable men) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Сторінка 61 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Сторінка 4 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark ! what discord follows ; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy ; the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong — Between whose endless jar justice resides — Should lose their names, and so should justice too. Then everything includes itself in power,...
Сторінка 40 - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus; but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempest, and - as I may say - whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness. O! It offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
Сторінка 46 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Сторінка 22 - scapes i' the imminent deadly breach ; Of being taken by the insolent foe, And sold to slavery; of my redemption thence, And portance in my travel's history : Wherein of antres vast, and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills, whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak ; — such was the process \— And of the cannibals that each other eat. The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders.
Сторінка 32 - Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Сторінка 16 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Сторінка 51 - And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.