Keats's Shakespeare: A Descriptive Study Based on New MaterialH. Milford, Oxford University Press, 1928 - 178 Seiten |
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... heavens , lord , thou art of sweet composure ; Praise him that got thee , she that gave thee suck : Fam'd be thy tutor , and thy parts of nature Thrice - fam'd , beyond all erudition : But he that disciplin'd thy arms to fight , Let ...
... heavens , lord , thou art of sweet composure ; Praise him that got thee , she that gave thee suck : Fam'd be thy tutor , and thy parts of nature Thrice - fam'd , beyond all erudition : But he that disciplin'd thy arms to fight , Let ...
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... heaven , As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye , Or russet - pated choughs , many in sort , Rising and cawing at the gun's report Sever themselves , and madly sweep the sky ; ' It is to the beginning of Titania's speech ( II . i ...
... heaven , As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye , Or russet - pated choughs , many in sort , Rising and cawing at the gun's report Sever themselves , and madly sweep the sky ; ' It is to the beginning of Titania's speech ( II . i ...
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... heaven to have , and the final amazing imaginative touch of Charmian's farewell to her dead mistress whom she is about to follow , Your crown's awry ; I'll mend it , and then play . This explains why passages like the talk between the ...
... heaven to have , and the final amazing imaginative touch of Charmian's farewell to her dead mistress whom she is about to follow , Your crown's awry ; I'll mend it , and then play . This explains why passages like the talk between the ...
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... heaven . A day in April never came so sweet To show how costly summer was at hand . How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank . You may as well forbid the mountain pines To wag their high tops and to make no noise , When they are ...
... heaven . A day in April never came so sweet To show how costly summer was at hand . How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank . You may as well forbid the mountain pines To wag their high tops and to make no noise , When they are ...
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... heaven on the face . my way of life Is fall'n into the sear , the yellow leaf . I have made notes of a good many other underlinings , but it seems to me that these , with the markings on the four plays printed in full , are sufficient ...
... heaven on the face . my way of life Is fall'n into the sear , the yellow leaf . I have made notes of a good many other underlinings , but it seems to me that these , with the markings on the four plays printed in full , are sufficient ...
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Achil Agamemnon Antony and Cleopatra beauty breath Cæsar Caliban Char Charmian Cleo Cres death delight dost doth Duke ears earth Endymion Enter Euen euery Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy fear folio edition giue Hampstead hand hath haue hear heart heaven Hect Hector hither imagination IRAS Isab Joseph Severn Keats KEATS'S NOTE Keats's script King Lear kiss letter lines look Lord loue Lucio marked master Measure for Measure Midsummer Night's Dream nature Nestor night PANDARUS passage Plate play Poems poet poetry Pros PROSPERO Puck queen Re-enter ARIEL SCENE Severn Shakespeare Shakespearian side-marks sleep sonnet soule sound speak speech spirit strange sweet Sycorax tell Tempest thee thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt thought Tita Titania TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue Troilus and Cressida Troy underlined Vlis volume weep winds Winter's Tale
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Seite 69 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Seite 56 - 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.
Seite 60 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.
Seite 75 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Seite 91 - I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Seite 26 - And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white, When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard...
Seite 74 - I have broke your hest to say so ! Fer. Admir'd Miranda! Indeed, the top of admiration ; worth What's dearest to the world ! Full many a lady I have ey'd with best regard ; and many a time The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear...
Seite 110 - Be absolute for death ; either death, or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life : — If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep : a breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences, That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict.
Seite 69 - ARIEL'S song. Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtsied when you have and kiss'd The wild waves whist, Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear. Hark, hark! Burthen [dispersedly, within The watch-dogs bark! Burthen Bow-wow Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow. FERDINAND Where should this music be? i
Seite 111 - Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.