The Complete Works of William Shakespeare: With Historical and Analytical Prefaces, Comments, Critical and Explanatory Notes, Glossaries, and a Life of Shakespeare, Volume 12J. A. Hill, 1901 |
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... beauty , Say they are saints , although that saints they shew not , For thousands vow to them subjective duty : They burn in love : thy children , Shakespeare , het1 them : Go , woo thy muse : more nymphish brood beget them . ” Weever ...
... beauty , Say they are saints , although that saints they shew not , For thousands vow to them subjective duty : They burn in love : thy children , Shakespeare , het1 them : Go , woo thy muse : more nymphish brood beget them . ” Weever ...
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... beauty of civilisation beside the beauty of barbarism . Scott has himself pointed out the effect of this on arts and artists . " Or see yon weather - beaten hind , Whose sluggish herds before him wind , Whose tatter'd plaid and rugged ...
... beauty of civilisation beside the beauty of barbarism . Scott has himself pointed out the effect of this on arts and artists . " Or see yon weather - beaten hind , Whose sluggish herds before him wind , Whose tatter'd plaid and rugged ...
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... beauty in the North as well as in the South . Only it is to be remembered that the beauty of the Trossachs is the result of but a few elements -say birch and brushwood , rough hills and narrow dells , much heather and many stones ...
... beauty in the North as well as in the South . Only it is to be remembered that the beauty of the Trossachs is the result of but a few elements -say birch and brushwood , rough hills and narrow dells , much heather and many stones ...
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... beauty ; violets dim , But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath . " * seem to show that he knew those feelings of youth , to which beauty is more than a religion . In his mode of delineating natural objects ...
... beauty ; violets dim , But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath . " * seem to show that he knew those feelings of youth , to which beauty is more than a religion . In his mode of delineating natural objects ...
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... beauty , and that is meant to be enough , and to a reader of one and twenty it is enough and more . What are exploits or speeches ? what is Cæsar or Coriolanus ? what is a tragedy like Lear , or a real view of human life in any kind ...
... beauty , and that is meant to be enough , and to a reader of one and twenty it is enough and more . What are exploits or speeches ? what is Cæsar or Coriolanus ? what is a tragedy like Lear , or a real view of human life in any kind ...
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Page 11 - 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.
Page 231 - When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate. Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope.
Page 272 - 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...
Page 252 - Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
Page 271 - To leave for nothing all thy sum of good ; For nothing this wide universe I call, Save thou, my Rose ; in it thou art my all. CX. Alas ! 'tis true, I have gone here and there. And made myself a motley to the view ; Gor'd mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear.
Page 281 - Past reason hated, as a swallowed bait, On purpose laid to make the taker mad: Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.
Page 25 - Round-hoofd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide : Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Page 65 - Sufflaminandus erat,' as Augustus said of Haterius. His wit was in his own power ; would the rule of it had been so, too ! Many times he fell into those things, could not escape laughter, as when he said in the person of Caesar, one speaking to him,
Page 253 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold, When yellow leaves, or none, or few. do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sun-set fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest...
Page 231 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.