Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Том 2W.H. Allen & Company, 1840 |
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... Plays , which fell into comparative disrepute for some . time before the author's death , and were not published in a collected form until several years after . Only eleven of the Dramas were printed during the Poet's life . Shakespeare ...
... Plays , which fell into comparative disrepute for some . time before the author's death , and were not published in a collected form until several years after . Only eleven of the Dramas were printed during the Poet's life . Shakespeare ...
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... plays , and now perhaps , next to the Bible , the exclusive copyright of these works would be more valuable than that of any other publication that has yet appeared . When we reflect upon the manner in which the plays have been ...
... plays , and now perhaps , next to the Bible , the exclusive copyright of these works would be more valuable than that of any other publication that has yet appeared . When we reflect upon the manner in which the plays have been ...
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... plays ; he was the manager of a thea- tre , and he viewed the drama as his business ; on it he exerted all his intellect and power ; but when he had feelings intense and secret to express , he had recourse to a form of writing , with ...
... plays ; he was the manager of a thea- tre , and he viewed the drama as his business ; on it he exerted all his intellect and power ; but when he had feelings intense and secret to express , he had recourse to a form of writing , with ...
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... play the tyrant to the very same , And that unfair which fairly doth excel ; For never - resting Time leads summer on To hideous winter . " Where in any modern poem may we look for such a descrip- tion of sun - rise as the following ...
... play the tyrant to the very same , And that unfair which fairly doth excel ; For never - resting Time leads summer on To hideous winter . " Where in any modern poem may we look for such a descrip- tion of sun - rise as the following ...
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... play . ” The following is a fine burst of poetry , and is characterized by that easy force of style , and exuberance of fancy , and that almost miraculous felicity of diction which seem peculiar to this mighty genius . His descriptions ...
... play . ” The following is a fine burst of poetry , and is characterized by that easy force of style , and exuberance of fancy , and that almost miraculous felicity of diction which seem peculiar to this mighty genius . His descriptions ...
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Сторінка 159 - Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Сторінка 10 - ... this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
Сторінка 14 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Сторінка 11 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...
Сторінка 179 - Where virtue is, these are more virtuous : Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt ; For she had eyes, and chose me. No, lago ; I'll see before I doubt ; when I doubt, prove ; And on the proof, there is no more but this, — Away at once with love or jealousy ! lago.
Сторінка 25 - Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace. Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all triumphant splendour on my brow, But out, alack, he was but one hour mine; The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now. Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth; Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.
Сторінка 214 - As Sir Roger is landlord to the whole congregation, he keeps them in very good order, and will suffer nobody to sleep in it besides himself; for if, by chance, he has been surprised into a short nap at sermon, upon recovering out of it he stands up and looks about him, and, if he sees anybody else nodding, either wakes them himself, or sends his servants to them.
Сторінка 7 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Сторінка 237 - And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart. Stay, stay with us ! — rest ; thou art weary and worn...
Сторінка 9 - When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now, Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held...