Shakespeare the Boy: With Sketches of the Home and School Life, the Games and Sports, the Manners, Customs and Folk-lore of the TimeHarper & brothers, 1896 - 251 sidor |
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Shakespeare the Boy: With Sketches of the Home and School Life, the Games ... William James Rolfe Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1897 |
Shakespeare the Boy: With Sketches of the Home and School Life, the Games ... William James Rolfe Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1896 |
Shakespeare the Boy: With Sketches of the Home and School Life, the Games ... William James Rolfe Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1896 |
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16th century afterwards alluded allusion ancient ANNE HATHAWAY'S COTTAGE Ascham Avon bear-baiting beautiful Bishop of Worcester born called castle CHARLECOTE HALL child Clopton common COTTAGE Coventry dancing ditch doth doubtless dramatist Earl early Edward Elizabeth England English fair fairy father feast festival garden GRAMMAR SCHOOL Guild Chapel Guy of Warwick Hamlet hath hawk Henley Street Henry IV Henry VIII horse inhabitants John Shakespeare Kenilworth King lady land later Latin learned London Lord Love's Labour's Lost Macbeth Mamillius mansion master mentioned Merry Wives Midsummer Midsummer-Night's Dream neighboring night pageants parish pastime play poet poor priests Queen refers Richard Richard III Saint George says Shakespeare's day shillings Shrew Sir Hugh Sir Thomas sometimes spoons sport story Stratford STRATFORD CHURCH tells thee Thomas Lucy thou tion town villeins Warwickshire William Winter's Tale Wives of Windsor word writers wrote young youth
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Sida 136 - My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded ; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls ; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each. A cry more tuneable Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly : Judge when you hear.
Sida 64 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength, And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Sida 206 - Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay, Who twice a day their wither'd hands hold up Toward heaven, to pardon blood ; and I have built Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests Sing still for Richard's soul.
Sida 122 - I cannot tell, what you and other men Think of this life; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of such a thing as I m,yself. I was born free as...
Sida 132 - Claudio; and I quake, Lest thou a feverous life shouldst entertain, And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Sida 235 - whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine too these golden keys, immortal boy ! This can unlock the gates of Joy, Of Horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Sida 14 - There is a willow grows aslant 'a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream ; There with fantastic garlands did she come Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them...
Sida 14 - The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage ; But, when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet music with the enamel'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage ; And so by many winding nooks he strays With willing sport to the wild ocean.
Sida 167 - MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.