Lectures on the Dramatic Literature of the Age of Elizabeth: Delivered at the Surrey InstitutionJ. Warren, 1821 - 356 pagina's |
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Pagina 6
... beauty are things of modern date - as if nature had ever been old , or the sun had first shone on our folly and presumption . Because , in a word , the last generation , when tottering off the stage , were not so active , so sprightly ...
... beauty are things of modern date - as if nature had ever been old , or the sun had first shone on our folly and presumption . Because , in a word , the last generation , when tottering off the stage , were not so active , so sprightly ...
Pagina 36
... beauty or power , hits or misses , and is either very good indeed , or absolutely good for nothing . This character applies in particular to our litera- ture in the age of Elizabeth , which is its best period , before the introduction ...
... beauty or power , hits or misses , and is either very good indeed , or absolutely good for nothing . This character applies in particular to our litera- ture in the age of Elizabeth , which is its best period , before the introduction ...
Pagina 60
... beauty in their airy brows Than have the white breasts of the Queen of Love . From Venice they shall drag whole argosies , And from America the golden fleece , That yearly stuffs old Philip's treasury * ; If learned Faustus will be ...
... beauty in their airy brows Than have the white breasts of the Queen of Love . From Venice they shall drag whole argosies , And from America the golden fleece , That yearly stuffs old Philip's treasury * ; If learned Faustus will be ...
Pagina 62
... beauty of a thousand stars : Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter , When he appear'd to hapless Semele ; More lovely than the monarch of the sky In wanton Arethusa's azure arms ; And none but thou shalt be my paramour . " The ending ...
... beauty of a thousand stars : Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter , When he appear'd to hapless Semele ; More lovely than the monarch of the sky In wanton Arethusa's azure arms ; And none but thou shalt be my paramour . " The ending ...
Pagina 77
... Beauty , and the English Traveller . The barb of misfortune is sheathed in the mild- ness of the writer's temperament , and the story 2 jogs on very comfortably , without effort or re- sistance HEYWOOD , MIDDLETON , & c . 77.
... Beauty , and the English Traveller . The barb of misfortune is sheathed in the mild- ness of the writer's temperament , and the story 2 jogs on very comfortably , without effort or re- sistance HEYWOOD , MIDDLETON , & c . 77.
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Lectures on the Dramatic Literature of the Age of Elizabeth: Delivered at ... William Hazlitt Volledige weergave - 1821 |
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Pagina 301 - But man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave, solemnizing nativities and deaths with equal lustre, nor omitting ceremonies of bravery in the infamy of his nature.
Pagina 255 - To his Coy Mistress Had we but world enough and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To walk and pass our long love's day. Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Huraber would complain.
Pagina 252 - Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more...
Pagina 29 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters : — To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
Pagina 298 - There is no antidote against the opium of time, which temporally considereth all things: our fathers find their graves in our short memories, and sadly tell us how we may be buried in our survivors.
Pagina 187 - Whose midnight revels by a forest side Or fountain some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Pagina 60 - Shadowing more beauty in their airy brows Than have the white breasts of the queen of love...
Pagina 61 - Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? — Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss. — Her lips suck forth my soul : see, where it flies ! — Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
Pagina 225 - A tongue chain'd up without a sound ! Fountain heads, and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed, save bats and owls ! A midnight bell, a parting groan ! These are the sounds we feed upon ; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley, Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
Pagina 59 - Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolve me of all ambiguities, Perform what desperate enterprise I will? I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates.