Shakspere: Personal RecollectionsBroadway Publishing Company, 1904 - 306 стор. |
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... ago . I do not give the name of the play , act or scene , in head or foot lines , in my numerous quotations from Shakspere , designedly leaving the reader to trace and find for himself a liberal education by studying.
... ago . I do not give the name of the play , act or scene , in head or foot lines , in my numerous quotations from Shakspere , designedly leaving the reader to trace and find for himself a liberal education by studying.
Сторінка xiv
... leaving them at the foothills of dramatic venture . He played the rôle of policy before peasant , lord and king , and used the applause and brain of each for his personal advancement , and yet he never sac- rificed principle for pelf or ...
... leaving them at the foothills of dramatic venture . He played the rôle of policy before peasant , lord and king , and used the applause and brain of each for his personal advancement , and yet he never sac- rificed principle for pelf or ...
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... leaving behind the dross of vice and vulgarity . Marlowe , Burbage , Peele , Chapman , Greene and Jonson composed many fine physical and licentious dramas , pandering to the London groundlings , bloated wealth and accidental power ; but ...
... leaving behind the dross of vice and vulgarity . Marlowe , Burbage , Peele , Chapman , Greene and Jonson composed many fine physical and licentious dramas , pandering to the London groundlings , bloated wealth and accidental power ; but ...
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... leaving in his intellectual wake a multifarious heritage of brain jewels . He flew over the world like a swarm of bees , robbing all the fields of literature of their secret sweets , storing the rich booty of Nature in the honey- comb ...
... leaving in his intellectual wake a multifarious heritage of brain jewels . He flew over the world like a swarm of bees , robbing all the fields of literature of their secret sweets , storing the rich booty of Nature in the honey- comb ...
Сторінка xxi
... leaving the beholder mystified by the splendid result . Viewing the great minds of the world from Homer to Humboldt , Shakspere never had an equal or superior , standing on the pinnacle of the pyramid of human renown , and lifting his ...
... leaving the beholder mystified by the splendid result . Viewing the great minds of the world from Homer to Humboldt , Shakspere never had an equal or superior , standing on the pinnacle of the pyramid of human renown , and lifting his ...
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Сторінка 268 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : And thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble...
Сторінка 126 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ; I am no orator, as Brutus is: But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend : and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him.
Сторінка 182 - Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help: Go to, then; you come to me, and you say "Shylock, we would have moneys...
Сторінка 171 - More strange than true : I never may believe These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact...
Сторінка 180 - Let me play the Fool : With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come ; And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster ? Sleep when he wakes?
Сторінка 123 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak: for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Сторінка 99 - But, soft ! what light through yonder window breaks ! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — [Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Сторінка 121 - O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers ! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times.
Сторінка 252 - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round...
Сторінка 217 - O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword; The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!