Shaksperean gems, newly collected and arranged with a life of W. Shakspere by R.L. Gibson |
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... thou not play'd some kingly parts in sport , Thou hadst been a companion for a king , And been a king among the meaner sort . " By the " meaner sort , " we should , perhaps , understand the subjects of a king , including those who were ...
... thou not play'd some kingly parts in sport , Thou hadst been a companion for a king , And been a king among the meaner sort . " By the " meaner sort , " we should , perhaps , understand the subjects of a king , including those who were ...
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... be able to offer suggestions which we hope will produce reflections of a useful and interesting character . These remarks refer to our Life of Shakspere . Shakspere ! poet great , unique ! Thou feaster and LIFE OF SHAKSPERE . 23.
... be able to offer suggestions which we hope will produce reflections of a useful and interesting character . These remarks refer to our Life of Shakspere . Shakspere ! poet great , unique ! Thou feaster and LIFE OF SHAKSPERE . 23.
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William Shakespeare Robert Lamplugh Gibson. Shakspere ! poet great , unique ! Thou feaster and instructer of the mind ! Immortal poet ! Thine equal has ne'er been ! ' Tis enough for a thousand years To produce thy compeer ! Like an ...
William Shakespeare Robert Lamplugh Gibson. Shakspere ! poet great , unique ! Thou feaster and instructer of the mind ! Immortal poet ! Thine equal has ne'er been ! ' Tis enough for a thousand years To produce thy compeer ! Like an ...
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... thou hast kill'd him ! The amiable and benevolent Cowper , whose noble generosity and contemplative habits , strongly remind us of the melancholy Jaques , in that noble poem , " The Task , ' gives utterance to sentiments of a similar ...
... thou hast kill'd him ! The amiable and benevolent Cowper , whose noble generosity and contemplative habits , strongly remind us of the melancholy Jaques , in that noble poem , " The Task , ' gives utterance to sentiments of a similar ...
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... Thou art not for the fashion of these times , Where none will sweat but for promotion ; And , having that , do choke their service up Even with the having : it is not so with thee . But , poor old man , thou prun'st a rotten tree , That ...
... Thou art not for the fashion of these times , Where none will sweat but for promotion ; And , having that , do choke their service up Even with the having : it is not so with thee . But , poor old man , thou prun'st a rotten tree , That ...
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Seite 178 - Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar...
Seite 183 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Seite 75 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence, But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor, Both thanks and use.
Seite 231 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge, And in the visitation of the winds Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads and hanging them With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That with the hurly death itself awakes...
Seite 129 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Seite 36 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood, Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly.
Seite 188 - O! it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
Seite 158 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
Seite 189 - And let those that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villainous; and . shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Seite 164 - Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity; these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what! weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.