A Letter on Shakspere's Authorship of The Two Noble Kinsmen: And on the Characteristics of Shakspere's Style and the Secret of His SupremacyTrübner, 1876 - 118 pages |
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... Arne & W. Linley 8 All's Well that ends Well . Dr. Arne ... W. Linley 2 ... ... 5 I. S. Smith 12 ... ... W. Linley ... 17 ... W. Linley 20 ... Song . Was this fair face ... ... ... W. Linley ... : 22 Winter's Tale . Song . When ...
... Arne & W. Linley 8 All's Well that ends Well . Dr. Arne ... W. Linley 2 ... ... 5 I. S. Smith 12 ... ... W. Linley ... 17 ... W. Linley 20 ... Song . Was this fair face ... ... ... W. Linley ... : 22 Winter's Tale . Song . When ...
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... Arne . The poetry Selected entirely from the Plays , Poems , and Sonnets of Shakspeare . ( 1. Overture ) ... ... ... ... ... ... 2. Whilst inconstant Fortune smiled1 ( Passionate Pilgrim , end ) Duetto , S.C. ... ... ... ... PAGE ... ΙΟ ...
... Arne . The poetry Selected entirely from the Plays , Poems , and Sonnets of Shakspeare . ( 1. Overture ) ... ... ... ... ... ... 2. Whilst inconstant Fortune smiled1 ( Passionate Pilgrim , end ) Duetto , S.C. ... ... ... ... PAGE ... ΙΟ ...
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... Arne Catch for 3 Voices . Purcell PAGE 8 ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 12 ... ... 15 ... 16 ... ... 18 71 As sung by Mr. Jn . Bannister While you here do sleeping lie . Solo.1 ... Where the Bee sucks . Quartett harmonized . W. Jackson ...
... Arne Catch for 3 Voices . Purcell PAGE 8 ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 12 ... ... 15 ... 16 ... ... 18 71 As sung by Mr. Jn . Bannister While you here do sleeping lie . Solo.1 ... Where the Bee sucks . Quartett harmonized . W. Jackson ...
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... Arne ... When Icicles hang on the wall . Solo When Daisies pied . In Vol . ii . , p . 147 . Vol . II . [ After Locke's music to the spurious Macbeth . ] Winter's Tale . Solo , Tenor ... 49 " " ... ... ... 52 ... 29 ... ... 53 ... " " 54 ...
... Arne ... When Icicles hang on the wall . Solo When Daisies pied . In Vol . ii . , p . 147 . Vol . II . [ After Locke's music to the spurious Macbeth . ] Winter's Tale . Solo , Tenor ... 49 " " ... ... ... 52 ... 29 ... ... 53 ... " " 54 ...
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... hither ! come hither ! Heere fhall he fee , Sc . 1 Not the piano - forte solo volume ' The Shakspere Album , or Warwick , shire Garland , London : Lonsdale and Longmans , 1862 ; 26 , Old Bond St. 4 AS YOU LIKE IT . Dr. T. A. ARNE B 2.
... hither ! come hither ! Heere fhall he fee , Sc . 1 Not the piano - forte solo volume ' The Shakspere Album , or Warwick , shire Garland , London : Lonsdale and Longmans , 1862 ; 26 , Old Bond St. 4 AS YOU LIKE IT . Dr. T. A. ARNE B 2.
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Arcite Arne authorship Bass beauty Caulfield's Collection character Chaucer Chorus CHRISTOPHER SMITH classical Clowne Cymbeline doth drama Duet edited Emilia euery eyes F. J. Furnivall faire Fairies fancy felfe fhall fing Fletcher Folio fuch fweet G. A. MACFARREN Gentlemen of Verona giue Glee Hamlet hath haue HENRY BISHOP Hippolita images King lady lines Linley Linley's Dramatic Songs Littledale liue LL.D loue Love's Labour's Lost M. N. Dream Macbeth Madrigals Melody Merry metaphor Midsummer Night's Dream mind neuer Noble Kinsmen Othello Palamon passages Passionate Pilgrim play poet poetical poetry Professor Purcell qualities Quarto Queen Romeo S.A.T.B. Novello scene Series Shak SHAKSPERE MUSIC Shakspere Society Shakspere Vocal Album Shakspere's Sing SIR HENRY BISHOP Solo Songs of Shakspere Sonnet Soprano Spalding style Sung by Miss sweet Tempest Tenor thee Theseus thou thought true Twelfth Night Venus and Adonis voices vpon words
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Page 81 - Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners ; that these men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, Their virtues else, be they as pure as grace, As infinite as man may undergo, Shall in the general censure take corruption From that particular fault : the dram of eale Doth all the noble substance of a doubt To his own scandal.
Page 80 - Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise; and nothing is, But what is not.
Page 81 - That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth— wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin— By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason...
Page 121 - They say he is already in the forest of Arden, and a many merry men with him ; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England. They say many young gentlemen flock to him every day, and fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the golden world.
Page 43 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Page 4 - The Two Noble Kinsmen: Presented at the Blackfriers by the Kings Maiesties servants, with great applause: Written by the memorable Worthies of their time; Mr. John Fletcher, and Mr. William Shakspeare. Gent.
Page 52 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Page 35 - The sweet embraces of a loving wife, Loaden with kisses, arm'd with thousand Cupids, Shall never clasp our necks ; no issue know us; No figures of ourselves shall we e'er see, To glad our age, and like young eagles teach them Boldly to gaze against bright arms, and say, Remember what your fathers were, and conquer!
Page 46 - And my poor fool is hang'd ! No, no, no life ! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? Thou 'It come no more, Never, never, never, never, never ! Pray you, undo this button : thank you, sir. Do you see this ? Look on her, look, her lips, Look there, look there ! [Dies.
Page 35 - O sacred, shadowy, cold, and constant queen, Abandoner of revels, mute, contemplative, Sweet, solitary, white as chaste, and pure As wind-fann'd snow, who to thy female knights 140 Allow'st no more blood than will make a blush, Which is their order's robe...