Characters of Shakespeare's PlaysWiley and Putnam, 1845 - 229 sidor |
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... heaven and earth than were ever dreamt of in our philoso- phy . " - Or grant that we improve , in some respects , in a uni- formly progressive ratio , and build , Babel - high , on the foundation . of other men's knowledge , as in ...
... heaven and earth than were ever dreamt of in our philoso- phy . " - Or grant that we improve , in some respects , in a uni- formly progressive ratio , and build , Babel - high , on the foundation . of other men's knowledge , as in ...
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... heavens . " If we allow , for argument's sake ( or for truth's , which is better ) , that he was in himself equal to all his competitors put together ; yet there was more dramatic excellence in that age than in the whole of the period ...
... heavens . " If we allow , for argument's sake ( or for truth's , which is better ) , that he was in himself equal to all his competitors put together ; yet there was more dramatic excellence in that age than in the whole of the period ...
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... heaven of hope , and the abyss of despair it lays open before us . * The literature of this age , then , I would say , was strongly in- fluenced ( among other causes , ) first by the spirit of Christianity , and secondly , by the spirit ...
... heaven of hope , and the abyss of despair it lays open before us . * The literature of this age , then , I would say , was strongly in- fluenced ( among other causes , ) first by the spirit of Christianity , and secondly , by the spirit ...
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... heaven , the benefit as common as the air we breathe . The first impulse of genius is to create what never existed before : the contemplation of that which is so created , is sufficient to satisfy the demands of taste ; and it is the ...
... heaven , the benefit as common as the air we breathe . The first impulse of genius is to create what never existed before : the contemplation of that which is so created , is sufficient to satisfy the demands of taste ; and it is the ...
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... knowest thou not Cyn- Ahia ! Endymion . Oh heavens ! whom do I behold ? Fair Cynthia , divine Cynthia ? Cynthia . I am Cynthia , and thou Endymion . Endymion . Endymion ! What do I hear ? What 30 THE AGE OF ELIZABETH .
... knowest thou not Cyn- Ahia ! Endymion . Oh heavens ! whom do I behold ? Fair Cynthia , divine Cynthia ? Cynthia . I am Cynthia , and thou Endymion . Endymion . Endymion ! What do I hear ? What 30 THE AGE OF ELIZABETH .
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Sida 24 - Would he were fatter. — But I fear him not. Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men.
Sida 144 - Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Sida 114 - Indian mount, or fairy elves, Whose midnight revels, by a forest side, Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Sida 68 - A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants. EROS. Ay, my lord. ANTONY. That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns; and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.
Sida 105 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon and the stars : as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on : an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star...
Sida 163 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Sida 210 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
Sida 34 - Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolve me of all ambiguities, Perform what desperate enterprise I will? I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates...
Sida 159 - Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant...
Sida 101 - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.