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... verses of inferior power , but no less sincerity , prefixed to a spurious edition of Shakespeare's poems published in 1640 , bears witness to the delight with which his plays were welcomed before all others . His ' Cæsar ' could ravish ...
... verses of inferior power , but no less sincerity , prefixed to a spurious edition of Shakespeare's poems published in 1640 , bears witness to the delight with which his plays were welcomed before all others . His ' Cæsar ' could ravish ...
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... consistent individuality to such ' airy nothings ' will be best appreciated by the reader who has already familiar- ised himself with the supernatural beings that figure in F the verse of Marlow , Jonson , Fletcher , and THE TEMPEST . 65.
... consistent individuality to such ' airy nothings ' will be best appreciated by the reader who has already familiar- ised himself with the supernatural beings that figure in F the verse of Marlow , Jonson , Fletcher , and THE TEMPEST . 65.
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Sir Daniel Wilson. the verse of Marlow , Jonson , Fletcher , and even of Milton . They are no less Shakespeare's own creations than his Othello , or Hamlet , his Portia , Imogen , Ophelia , or Lady Macbeth . He wrought indeed with the ...
Sir Daniel Wilson. the verse of Marlow , Jonson , Fletcher , and even of Milton . They are no less Shakespeare's own creations than his Othello , or Hamlet , his Portia , Imogen , Ophelia , or Lady Macbeth . He wrought indeed with the ...
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... verse . He has that poetry of the senses which seems natural to his companionship with the creatures of the forest and the seashore . Even his growl , as he retorts impotent curses on the power that has enslaved him , is rhythmical ...
... verse . He has that poetry of the senses which seems natural to his companionship with the creatures of the forest and the seashore . Even his growl , as he retorts impotent curses on the power that has enslaved him , is rhythmical ...
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... verse , Cleon repels such consola- tion as a vain deception of mere words . As his soul becomes intensified in power and insight , the increasing weight of years warns him of life's close : - 6 : - When all my works wherein I prove my ...
... verse , Cleon repels such consola- tion as a vain deception of mere words . As his soul becomes intensified in power and insight , the increasing weight of years warns him of life's close : - 6 : - When all my works wherein I prove my ...
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Page 77 - O ! wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pro.
Page 181 - I'd divide, And burn in many places ; on the top-mast, The yards, and bowsprit would I flame distinctly, Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors O...
Page 87 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometime voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me ; that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.
Page 252 - We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key ; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted ; But yet a union in partition, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem : So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart, Two of the first, like coats in heraldry, Due but to one, and crowned with one...
Page 188 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Page 108 - Nay, but O man, who art thou that repliest against God ? Shall the thing formed say to him that formed it, Why hast thou made me thus...
Page 84 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ! Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known...
Page 68 - The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven ; And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination...
Page 86 - em. Caliban. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me and mad'st much of me, wouldst give me Water with berries in't, and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
Page 171 - 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.