Shakspeare and His Times: Including the Biography of the Poet, Criticisms on His Genius and Writings, a New Chronology of His Plays, a Disquisition on the Object of His Sonnets, and a History of the Manners, Customs, Amusements, Superstitions, Poetry, and Elegant Literature of His Age |
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... seems to me to go beyond any evidence produced by him of so little knowledge of languages in Shakspeare . He proves indeed sufficiently , that Shakspeare chiefly read English books , by his copying some- times minutely the very errors ...
... seems to me to go beyond any evidence produced by him of so little knowledge of languages in Shakspeare . He proves indeed sufficiently , that Shakspeare chiefly read English books , by his copying some- times minutely the very errors ...
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... " Othello . Richard III . Venus and Adonis . Sonnet 134 Sonnet . Chalmers's Apology , p . 554. The “ Lawiers Logike ” was written by Abraham Fraunce . But you affirm ( and in it seems most eager SHAKSPEARE AND HIS TIMES . 23.
... " Othello . Richard III . Venus and Adonis . Sonnet 134 Sonnet . Chalmers's Apology , p . 554. The “ Lawiers Logike ” was written by Abraham Fraunce . But you affirm ( and in it seems most eager SHAKSPEARE AND HIS TIMES . 23.
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... seems most eager ) ' Twill make a lord as drunk as any beggar . Bid Norton brew such ale as Shakspeare fancies Did put Kit Sly into such lordly trances : And let us meet there ( for a fit of gladness ) And drink ourselves merry in sober ...
... seems most eager ) ' Twill make a lord as drunk as any beggar . Bid Norton brew such ale as Shakspeare fancies Did put Kit Sly into such lordly trances : And let us meet there ( for a fit of gladness ) And drink ourselves merry in sober ...
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... seems to indicate that he had read that poem in the original ; for we even find the meurtri de toutes parts imitated by sans every thing . A friend of mine formerly mentioned this to Mr. Steevens , and he has briefly noticed this parody ...
... seems to indicate that he had read that poem in the original ; for we even find the meurtri de toutes parts imitated by sans every thing . A friend of mine formerly mentioned this to Mr. Steevens , and he has briefly noticed this parody ...
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... seems to imply that prudence was the prime motive with the youthful bard . Theobald proceeds still further , and declares " it is probable , a view of interest might partly sway his conduct in this point for he married the daughter of a ...
... seems to imply that prudence was the prime motive with the youthful bard . Theobald proceeds still further , and declares " it is probable , a view of interest might partly sway his conduct in this point for he married the daughter of a ...
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Page 189 - A strange fish! 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.
Page 547 - To-day, my lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood...
Page 372 - O, then vouchsafe me but this loving thought: 'Had my friend's Muse grown with this growing age, A dearer birth than this his love had brought, To march in ranks of better equipage: But since he died, and poets better prove, Theirs for their style I'll read, his for his love.
Page 139 - Sparta: never did I hear Such gallant chiding; for, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
Page 385 - 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; Then of thy beauty do I question make, That thou among the wastes of time must go...
Page 520 - And so I was, which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me!
Page 506 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours.
Page 386 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Page 193 - Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Page 200 - And though this, probably the first essay of his poetry, be lost, yet it is said to have been so very bitter, that it redoubled the prosecution against him to that degree, that he was obliged to leave his business and family in Warwickshire, for some time, and shelter himself in London.