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... town as any that our country can boast of , and happily gives to foreigners an excellent impression of English rural life . Here , in a house still standing in Henley Street , ( a ) WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE was born . ( a ) The italic ...
... town as any that our country can boast of , and happily gives to foreigners an excellent impression of English rural life . Here , in a house still standing in Henley Street , ( a ) WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE was born . ( a ) The italic ...
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... town to town was the only semblance of a theatre ; the performances were duly announced by the town - crier a day or two before they took place , and as the shows were free to all comers , we may be sure they were always attended by ...
... town to town was the only semblance of a theatre ; the performances were duly announced by the town - crier a day or two before they took place , and as the shows were free to all comers , we may be sure they were always attended by ...
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... town in the year 1690 , was told by him to Rowe , who communicated it to Pope , who narrated it to Dr. Johnson : " In the time of Elizabeth , coaches being yet uncommon , and hired coaches not at all in use , those who were too proud ...
... town in the year 1690 , was told by him to Rowe , who communicated it to Pope , who narrated it to Dr. Johnson : " In the time of Elizabeth , coaches being yet uncommon , and hired coaches not at all in use , those who were too proud ...
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... town at that time and went with the players to London . In the Birthplace Museum is a Deed of Sale of a tene- ment " with a taverne to the same belonging " in Stratford , in " Myddelrowe . . late in the tenure of Thomas Burbage ...
... town at that time and went with the players to London . In the Birthplace Museum is a Deed of Sale of a tene- ment " with a taverne to the same belonging " in Stratford , in " Myddelrowe . . late in the tenure of Thomas Burbage ...
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... town with " Scoffing Scurrilitie " : - 66 Rolling in rhymes of shameless ribaldry Without regard or due decorum kept . " - The poem continues with this verse , which , in the opinion of Dryden and other authorities refers to Shakespeare ...
... town with " Scoffing Scurrilitie " : - 66 Rolling in rhymes of shameless ribaldry Without regard or due decorum kept . " - The poem continues with this verse , which , in the opinion of Dryden and other authorities refers to Shakespeare ...
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Page 63 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Page 43 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica : Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines' of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-ey'd cherubins : Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close...
Page 33 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Page 29 - Yes, trust them not: for there is an upstart crow beautified with our feathers, that with his tiger's heart, wrapt in a player's hide, supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you; and being an absolute Johannes factotum, is in his own conceit the only Shake-scene in a country.
Page 87 - WHAT needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones The labour of an age in piled stones ? Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Page 88 - 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.
Page 63 - ... silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which "they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It...
Page 32 - Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold.
Page 33 - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day : It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear ; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Page 86 - Sweet Swan of Avon! what a sight it were To see thee in our waters yet appear, And make those flights upon the banks of Thames, That so did take Eliza, and our James!