Shakespeare, the Man and His Works: Being All the Subject Matter about Shakespeare Contained in Moulton's Library of Literary CriticismSibley, 1904 - 366 pages |
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... human writer , it may be truly said that we scarcely know any thing . We see him , so far as we do see him , not in himself , but in a reflex image from the objectivity in which he was manifested : he is Falstaff and Mercutio and ...
... human writer , it may be truly said that we scarcely know any thing . We see him , so far as we do see him , not in himself , but in a reflex image from the objectivity in which he was manifested : he is Falstaff and Mercutio and ...
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... human character , and , in imagination , had intensely realized and lived the life of each . From the throne of the monarch to the bench of the village alehouse , there were few positions in which he had not placed himself , and which ...
... human character , and , in imagination , had intensely realized and lived the life of each . From the throne of the monarch to the bench of the village alehouse , there were few positions in which he had not placed himself , and which ...
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... human experience , so in his personal character he may be said to have combined in harmonious union the widest range of qualities , including some apparently the most opposed . He was a vigilant and acute man of busi- ness , of great ...
... human experience , so in his personal character he may be said to have combined in harmonious union the widest range of qualities , including some apparently the most opposed . He was a vigilant and acute man of busi- ness , of great ...
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... human beings was it the gardens which he had bought and planted there which drew him back to his native town - the gardens and trees on which he looked from his windows at New Place . BRANDES , GEORGE , 1898 , William Shakespeare , A ...
... human beings was it the gardens which he had bought and planted there which drew him back to his native town - the gardens and trees on which he looked from his windows at New Place . BRANDES , GEORGE , 1898 , William Shakespeare , A ...
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... human insight into human nature ; of his unrivalled mas- tery over all the tones of love . We cannot bring our- selves to wish that " Shakspeare had never written them , " or that the world should have wanted perhaps the most powerful ...
... human insight into human nature ; of his unrivalled mas- tery over all the tones of love . We cannot bring our- selves to wish that " Shakspeare had never written them , " or that the world should have wanted perhaps the most powerful ...
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Page 278 - The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give.
Page 57 - Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Page 314 - SHAKESPEARE Others abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask — Thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest hill, Who to the stars uncrowns his majesty, Planting his steadfast footsteps in the sea, Making the heaven of heavens his dwellingplace, Spares but the cloudy border of his base To the...
Page 291 - 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 90 - I shall despair. — There is no creature loves me ; And, if I die, no soul will pity me : — Nay, wherefore should they ? since that I myself Find in myself no pity to myself.
Page 279 - ... ordain'd otherwise, and he by death departed from that right, we pray you do not envie his friends the office of their care and paine...
Page 278 - To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time! And all the Muses still were in their prime, When, like Apollo, he came forth to warm Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm! Nature herself was proud of his designs And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines!
Page 276 - And he, the man whom Nature selfe had made To mock her selfe, and Truth to imitate, With kindly counter under Mimick shade, Our pleasant Willy, ah ! is dead of late : With whom all joy and jolly meriment Is also deaded, and in dolour drent.
Page 207 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume.
Page 276 - As the soul of Euphorbus was thought to live in Pythagoras: so the sweet witty soul of Ovid lives in mellifluous and honey-tongued Shakespeare, witness his Venus and Adonis, his Lucrece, his sugared Sonnets among his private friends, fyc.