The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added NotesT. Longman, 1793 |
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... thou shalt find he doth not borow , " One phrafe from Greekes , not Latines imitate , " Nor once from vulgar languages tranflate . " 6 Suckling opposed his easier ftrain to the sweat of the learned Jonson . Denham affures us , that all ...
... thou shalt find he doth not borow , " One phrafe from Greekes , not Latines imitate , " Nor once from vulgar languages tranflate . " 6 Suckling opposed his easier ftrain to the sweat of the learned Jonson . Denham affures us , that all ...
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... thou barr'st us " Our prayers to the gods , which is a comfort " That all but we enjoy . For how can we , " Alas ! how can we , for our country pray , " Whereto we're bound , together with thy victory , " Whereto we're bound ? Alack ...
... thou barr'st us " Our prayers to the gods , which is a comfort " That all but we enjoy . For how can we , " Alas ! how can we , for our country pray , " Whereto we're bound , together with thy victory , " Whereto we're bound ? Alack ...
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... thou shalt fee , my fonne , and trust unto it , thou shalt no foner marche forward to affault thy coun- trie , but thy foote shall tread upon thy mother's wombe , that brought thee first into this world . " The length of this quotation ...
... thou shalt fee , my fonne , and trust unto it , thou shalt no foner marche forward to affault thy coun- trie , but thy foote shall tread upon thy mother's wombe , that brought thee first into this world . " The length of this quotation ...
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... thou fayft is true- " But if I prove thee perjured and unjuft , " This very sword , whereon thou took'ft thine oath , " Shall be the worker of thy tragedy ! " We have therefore no occafion to go with Mr. Garrick as far as the French of ...
... thou fayft is true- " But if I prove thee perjured and unjuft , " This very sword , whereon thou took'ft thine oath , " Shall be the worker of thy tragedy ! " We have therefore no occafion to go with Mr. Garrick as far as the French of ...
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... thou haft been at Paris - Garden , haft thou not ? " Again , in Westward Hoe , by Decker and Webster , 1607 : " Let these husbands play mad Hamlet , and cry , revenge ! " STEEVENS . Dr. Farmer's observation may be further confirmed by ...
... thou haft been at Paris - Garden , haft thou not ? " Again , in Westward Hoe , by Decker and Webster , 1607 : " Let these husbands play mad Hamlet , and cry , revenge ! " STEEVENS . Dr. Farmer's observation may be further confirmed by ...
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Стр. 506 - To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess thy writings to be such As neither man nor Muse can praise too much.
Стр. 506 - Or blind affection, which doth ne'er advance The truth, but gropes, and urgeth all by chance; Or crafty malice might pretend this praise, And think to ruin, where it seemed to raise.
Стр. 530 - This pencil take (she said) 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.
Стр. 316 - His mind and hand went together ; and what he thought, he uttered with that easiness, that we have scarce received from him a blot in his papers.
Стр. 506 - Shakespeare, must enjoy a part. For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion; and, that he Who casts to write a living line, must sweat (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the Muses...
Стр. 506 - And shake a stage; or, when thy socks were on Leave thee alone for the comparison Of all that insolent Greece or haughty Rome Sent forth, or since did from their ashes come. Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe.
Стр. 176 - True, representing some principal pieces of the reign of Henry the Eighth, which was set forth with many extraordinary circumstances of pomp and majesty, even to the matting of the stage ; the Knights of the order, with their Georges and Garter, the guards with their embroidered coats and the like; sufficient, in truth, within a while to make greatness very familiar, if not ridiculous.
Стр. 523 - WHEN Learning's triumph o'er her barb'rous foes First rear'd the stage, immortal Shakspeare rose ; Each change of many-colour'd life he drew, Exhausted worlds, and then imagin'd new: Existence saw him spurn her bounded reign, And panting Time toil'd after him in vain. His pow'rful strokes presiding Truth impress'd, And unresisted Passion storm'd the breast.
Стр. 506 - The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give.
Стр. 521 - Hence when lightning fires The arch of Heaven, and thunders rock the ground, When furious whirlwinds rend the howling air, And Ocean, groaning from his lowest bed, Heaves his tempestuous billows to the sky ; Amid the mighty uproar, while below The nations tremble, SHAKSPEARE looks abroad From some high cliff, superior, and enjoys The elemental war.