The Life and Beauties of Shakespeare: Comprising Careful Selections from Each Play, with a General Index, Digesting Them Under Proper HeadsPhillips, Sampson, & Company, 1851 - 345 стор. |
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Сторінка xxxii
... beauty and majesty of Shakspeare's work . Long passages , and even scenes , are misplaced ; grammar is set wholly at defiance ; half lines fréquently omitted , so as to destroy the sense ; and sentences brought together without any ...
... beauty and majesty of Shakspeare's work . Long passages , and even scenes , are misplaced ; grammar is set wholly at defiance ; half lines fréquently omitted , so as to destroy the sense ; and sentences brought together without any ...
Сторінка xlv
... beauty of his productions was " impaired , but with such candor and tenderness , as every rea- sonable man would desire at the hands of his friends , and in terms which secured a credit to his commendations , by showing that they were ...
... beauty of his productions was " impaired , but with such candor and tenderness , as every rea- sonable man would desire at the hands of his friends , and in terms which secured a credit to his commendations , by showing that they were ...
Сторінка xlviii
... baited at the Crown Inn or Tavern in Oxford , in his journey to and from London . The landlady was a woman of great beauty and sprightly wit , and her husband , Mr. John Davenant ( afterwards mayor of that city ) , a xlviii . THE LIFE OF.
... baited at the Crown Inn or Tavern in Oxford , in his journey to and from London . The landlady was a woman of great beauty and sprightly wit , and her husband , Mr. John Davenant ( afterwards mayor of that city ) , a xlviii . THE LIFE OF.
Сторінка liv
... willing to descend from the loftiest soarings of imagination , to sport with innocence and beauty . Though ' the world of spirits and of nature , ' says the admirable Schlegel , ' had laid all their treasures at his liv . THE LIFE OF.
... willing to descend from the loftiest soarings of imagination , to sport with innocence and beauty . Though ' the world of spirits and of nature , ' says the admirable Schlegel , ' had laid all their treasures at his liv . THE LIFE OF.
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... BEAUTY . Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold . ROSALIND PROPOSING TO WEAR MEN'S CLOTHES . Were it not better , Because that I am more than common tall , That I did suit me all points like a man ? A gallant curtle - ax * upon my ...
... BEAUTY . Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold . ROSALIND PROPOSING TO WEAR MEN'S CLOTHES . Were it not better , Because that I am more than common tall , That I did suit me all points like a man ? A gallant curtle - ax * upon my ...
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Agamemnon Ajax Antony art thou Banquo bear beauty Ben Jonson blood bosom breath Brutus Cassius Cesar cheek CORIOLANUS crown Cymbeline dead dear death deed Desdemona doth dream ears earth eyes fair father fear fire fool friends gentle Ghost give gods grief hand hath head hear heart heaven honour Iago Jonson king kiss Lady Lear lips live look lord Lowsie Macb Macbeth Macd maid moon murder nature ne'er never night noble o'er passion Patroclus pity play poet poor prince queen Rape of Lucrece revenge Romeo Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's shame sleep smile soul speak spirit Stratford sweet tears tell theatre thee thine thing Thomas Lucy thou art thou hast thought Titus Andronicus tongue true Venus and Adonis vex'd virtue weep wife wind words wretch youth
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