The Dramatic Works of William ShakespeareC. Whittingham, 1826 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 100
Page 23
... master - spirits of the human race t ? Of the degree of patronage and kindness extended to Shakspeare by the Earls of Pembroke and Montgomery , we are altogether ignorant : but we know , from the dedi- * As the patron and the friend of ...
... master - spirits of the human race t ? Of the degree of patronage and kindness extended to Shakspeare by the Earls of Pembroke and Montgomery , we are altogether ignorant : but we know , from the dedi- * As the patron and the friend of ...
Page 36
... master of the pencil to the greater master of the pen , is still in existence , preserved no doubt by the respect felt to be due to the united names of Kneller , Dryden , and Shakspeare ; and is now in the * An Inquiry into the ...
... master of the pencil to the greater master of the pen , is still in existence , preserved no doubt by the respect felt to be due to the united names of Kneller , Dryden , and Shakspeare ; and is now in the * An Inquiry into the ...
Page 75
... master , and bad experienced his young master's grati- tude . He was brought into a place of safety ; and his fortunes were now blended with those of the princely exiles of the forest . There was no further part for him to act ; and he ...
... master , and bad experienced his young master's grati- tude . He was brought into a place of safety ; and his fortunes were now blended with those of the princely exiles of the forest . There was no further part for him to act ; and he ...
Page 79
... of his philo- sophic master , " To answer his best pleasure , be it to fly , To swim ; to dive into the fire ; to ride On the curl'd clouds " in contrast with this aërial being , the imagination of WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE . 79.
... of his philo- sophic master , " To answer his best pleasure , be it to fly , To swim ; to dive into the fire ; to ride On the curl'd clouds " in contrast with this aërial being , the imagination of WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE . 79.
Page 90
... Master of the human heart ! we own Thy sovereign sway ; and bow before thy throne : Where , richly deck'd with laurels never sere , It stands aloft , and baffles Time's career . There warbles Poesy her sweetest song : There the wild ...
... Master of the human heart ! we own Thy sovereign sway ; and bow before thy throne : Where , richly deck'd with laurels never sere , It stands aloft , and baffles Time's career . There warbles Poesy her sweetest song : There the wild ...
Other editions - View all
DRAMATIC WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAK William 1564-1616 Shakespeare,Samuel Weller 1783-1858 Singer No preview available - 2016 |
Common terms and phrases
Anne ARIEL Ben Jonson Caius Caliban daugh daughter devil dost doth drama Duke editor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fairies Falstaff father fool Ford gentleman Gentlemen of Verona give hand hath hear heart heaven honour Host HUGH EVANS Illyria Johnson Julia knave lady Laun letter lord madam Malone Malvolio Marry master Brook master doctor means mind Mira mistress Ford never night Olivia Pist play Poet pr'ythee pray Prospero Proteus Quick SCENE servant Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shal Silvia Sir Andrew SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Hugh Sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby Slen Slender soul speak Speed Steevens Stratford Susanna Hall sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thou art thou hast Thurio Trin Twelfth Night unto Valentine Windsor woman word
Popular passages
Page 49 - Were I in England now, (as once I was,) and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Page 84 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Page 297 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Page 69 - O, it is monstrous, monstrous ! Methought the billows spoke, and told me of it ; The winds did sing it to me ; and the thunder. That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper : it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' th' ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Page 102 - Nature's family. Yet must I not give Nature all : thy art My gentle 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 Muse's anvil : turn the same, (And himself with it) that he thinks to frame ; Or for the laurel, he may gain a scorn, For a good poet's made, as well as born. And such wert thou.
Page 159 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired' be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being helped, inhabits there.
Page 336 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Page 91 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Page 84 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Page 102 - Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show, To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time!