The life of Shakspere by the editorD. Appleton, 1876 |
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... true , but , in making us kind and tolerant towards the errors of our fellow - creatures , compas- sionate even for their vices . But the same man has never broken down the distinction , as other writers have done , between what is ...
... true , but , in making us kind and tolerant towards the errors of our fellow - creatures , compas- sionate even for their vices . But the same man has never broken down the distinction , as other writers have done , between what is ...
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... true Copy of as much as was presented before her Majesty at Kenilworth . ' But the diffuse and most entertaining coxcomb Laneham describes a song of Arion , with an ecstacy which may justify the belief that the " dulcet and harmonious ...
... true Copy of as much as was presented before her Majesty at Kenilworth . ' But the diffuse and most entertaining coxcomb Laneham describes a song of Arion , with an ecstacy which may justify the belief that the " dulcet and harmonious ...
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... true , for some time at a free - school , where , it is probable , he acquired what Latin he was master of : but the narrowness of his circumstances , and the want of his assistance at home , forced his father to withdraw him from ...
... true , for some time at a free - school , where , it is probable , he acquired what Latin he was master of : but the narrowness of his circumstances , and the want of his assistance at home , forced his father to withdraw him from ...
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... Hermia upon it . The lines in the original stand thus : - - " Lys . Al me ! for aught that ever I could read . Could ever hear by tale or history , The course of true love never did run smooth : CHAP . V. 65 WILLIAM SHAKSPERE .
... Hermia upon it . The lines in the original stand thus : - - " Lys . Al me ! for aught that ever I could read . Could ever hear by tale or history , The course of true love never did run smooth : CHAP . V. 65 WILLIAM SHAKSPERE .
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William Shakespeare Charles Knight. The course of true love never did run smooth : But either it was different in blood ; - Her . O cross ! too high to be enthrall'd to low ! Lys . Or else misgraffed , in respect of years ; — Her . O ...
William Shakespeare Charles Knight. The course of true love never did run smooth : But either it was different in blood ; - Her . O cross ! too high to be enthrall'd to low ! Lys . Or else misgraffed , in respect of years ; — Her . O ...
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Сторінка 109 - 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.
Сторінка 366 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness ; Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours that did seem to strangle him.
Сторінка 29 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Сторінка 310 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Сторінка 495 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Сторінка 333 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. DUCHESS. Alack, poor Richard! where rode he the whilst? YORK. As in a theatre the eyes of men After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on gentle Richard; no man cried 'God save him!
Сторінка 341 - I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world: And for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out.
Сторінка 475 - Keech, the butcher's wife, come in then and call me gossip Quickly? coming in to borrow a mess of vinegar ; telling us she had a good dish of prawns; whereby thou didst desire to eat some ; whereby I told thee they were ill for a green wound...
Сторінка 221 - 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.
Сторінка 418 - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus And witch the world with noble horsemanship.