An Inquiry Into the Authenticity of Various Pictures and Prints: Which, from the Decease of the Poet to Our Own Times, Have Been Offered to the Public as Portraits of Shakspeare: Containing a Careful Examination of the Evidence on which They Claim to be Received; by which the Pretended Portraits Have Been Rejected, the Genuine Confirmed and Established, Illustrated by Accurate and Finished Engravings, by the Ablest Artists, from Such Originals as Were of Indisputable Authority
R. Triphook, 1824 - 206 стор.
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alluded artist authenticity bard beard beautiful Ben Jonson Blackfriars Boar's Head bust canvass certainly Chandos head Chandos picture Chapman character colour Condell copy Cornelius Jansen countenance Davenant delight doubt drama dress Droe Droeshout Dryden Earlom Eastcheap edition Edstone engraving exhibited expression eyes Falstaff fancy favourite Felton FELTON HEAD Fletcher folio friendly admirer genius genuine George Chapman George Steevens Globe Theatre Gopsal hair hand head of Shakspeare Heminge Homer honour Jasper Mayne Jennens Jonson King Lear late LEONARD Digges letter Malone Malone's Marshall Mayne mezzotinto monument Muse never opinion original picture Ozias Humphry painted painter pannel passage perhaps person perusal plays poem poet poet's portrait of Shakspeare possession possessors present probably Queen reader resemblance residence ruff says Shak Shakspeare's shew Sir Thomas Clarges Soest speare Steevens Stratford style taste thing tion truth ture verses writer Zucchero
Сторінка 73 - Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire ? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu ; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are how...
Сторінка 201 - 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 48 - Shakespeare, 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 162 - Nor thou persist, I pray thee, still to slight The sacred Nine, and to imagine vain And useless powers, by whom inspired, thyself Art skilful to associate verse with airs Harmonious, and to give the human voice A thousand modulations, heir by right Indisputable of Arion's fame.
Сторінка 28 - This Booke, When Brasse and Marble fade, shall make thee looke Fresh to all Ages...
Сторінка 133 - I can now excuse all his foibles ; impute them to age, and to distress of circumstances; the last of these considerations wrings my very soul to think on. For a man of high spirit, conscious of having, at least in one production, generally pleased the world, to be plagued and threatened by wretches that are low in every sense ; to be forced to drink himself into pains of the body, in order to get rid of the pains of the mind, is a misery.
Сторінка 84 - The fire having continued all this night (if I may call that night which was light as day for ten miles round about, after a dreadful manner), when conspiring with a fierce eastern wind in a very...
Сторінка 85 - I know not by what despondency or fate, they hardly stirred to quench it, so that there was nothing heard or seen but crying out and lamentation, running about like distracted creatures, without at all attempting to save even their goods ; such a strange consternation there was upon them...