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Page xvii
How he came to be what he was , and to do what he did , are questions that can never cease to be interesting , wherever his works are known , and men's powers of thought in any fair measure developed . But Providence nas left a veil ...
How he came to be what he was , and to do what he did , are questions that can never cease to be interesting , wherever his works are known , and men's powers of thought in any fair measure developed . But Providence nas left a veil ...
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... that some of their fine images would naturally have insinuated themselves into and been mixed with his own writings ; so that his not copying at least something from them may be an argument of his never having read them .
... that some of their fine images would naturally have insinuated themselves into and been mixed with his own writings ; so that his not copying at least something from them may be an argument of his never having read them .
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His name is printed , as the custom was in those times , among those of the other players , before some old plays , but without any particular account of what sort of parts he used to play ; and , though I have inquired , I could never ...
His name is printed , as the custom was in those times , among those of the other players , before some old plays , but without any particular account of what sort of parts he used to play ; and , though I have inquired , I could never ...
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... he was thrust from his preferment and stripped of his revenues ; and when an offer was made of restoring him the fellowship he refused it , saying , that " as the Parliament had put him out , he was resolved never to be put in again ...
... he was thrust from his preferment and stripped of his revenues ; and when an offer was made of restoring him the fellowship he refused it , saying , that " as the Parliament had put him out , he was resolved never to be put in again ...
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But the sharpness of the satire is said to have stung the man so severely , that he never forgave it . He died in the fifty - third year of his age , and was buried on the north side of the chancel , in the great church at Stratford ...
But the sharpness of the satire is said to have stung the man so severely , that he never forgave it . He died in the fifty - third year of his age , and was buried on the north side of the chancel , in the great church at Stratford ...
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Page 157 - Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower...
Page 155 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Page 152 - But you like none, none you, for constant heart. LIV O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves....
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Page 202 - from hate away she threw, And saved my life, saying—" not you." Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by these rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store...
Page 162 - THAT time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire Consum'd with that...
Page 166 - Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read, And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead. You still shall live — such virtue hath my pen — Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
Page 152 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall out-live this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory. 'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth : your praise shall still find room Even in the eyes of all posterity, That wear this...
Page 132 - 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...
Page 180 - O, never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify. As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul, which, in thy breast doth lie...
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| Title | Life. Hist. drama. Poems Volume 12 of Works: The Text Carefully Restored According to the First Editions, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Edition | revised |
| Publisher | Estes and Lauriat, 1887 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 25 Feb 2008 |
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