Life. Hist. drama. PoemsEstes and Lauriat, 1887 |
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... Love's Labour's Lost in its criginal form . Our reasons for so doing are given at length in our several Introductions to those plays , and therefore need not be dwelt upon here . Thus much , however , may be stated here : In these plays ...
... Love's Labour's Lost in its criginal form . Our reasons for so doing are given at length in our several Introductions to those plays , and therefore need not be dwelt upon here . Thus much , however , may be stated here : In these plays ...
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... Love's Labour's Lost , came from the press , in the same form as the preceding . The author's name was not given in any of these issues , except the last - named , which was said to be " newly corrected and augmented . " Richard II ...
... Love's Labour's Lost , came from the press , in the same form as the preceding . The author's name was not given in any of these issues , except the last - named , which was said to be " newly corrected and augmented . " Richard II ...
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... Love's Labour's Lost , his Love's Labour's Won , his Mid- summer - Night's Dream , and his Merchant of Venice ; for tragedy , his Richard II . , Richard III . , Henry IV . , King John , Titus Andronicus , and his Romeo and Juliet . " As ...
... Love's Labour's Lost , his Love's Labour's Won , his Mid- summer - Night's Dream , and his Merchant of Venice ; for tragedy , his Richard II . , Richard III . , Henry IV . , King John , Titus Andronicus , and his Romeo and Juliet . " As ...
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... Love's Labour's Lost , King Henry V. , and The Merchant of Venice . On the 21st of January , £ 60 were paid " to John Heminge , one of his Majesty's players , for the pains and expenses of himself and the rest of his company , in ...
... Love's Labour's Lost , King Henry V. , and The Merchant of Venice . On the 21st of January , £ 60 were paid " to John Heminge , one of his Majesty's players , for the pains and expenses of himself and the rest of his company , in ...
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... Love's Labour's Lost , which has it " Shakespere ; " and also in the original folio . And in much the greater number of these instances the name is printed with a hyphen , thus , " Shake - speare , " as if on purpose that there might be ...
... Love's Labour's Lost , which has it " Shakespere ; " and also in the original folio . And in much the greater number of these instances the name is printed with a hyphen , thus , " Shake - speare , " as if on purpose that there might be ...
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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....
Page 169 - Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate ; The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing ; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting ? And for that riches where is my deserving?
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...