Shakespeare and His TimesHarper, 1855 - 360 pagina's |
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Pagina 9
... thought it nothing less than profanation to apply the words genius and glory to dramas which they considered as crude as they were coarse . At the present day , all controversy regarding Shaks- peare's genius and glory has come to an ...
... thought it nothing less than profanation to apply the words genius and glory to dramas which they considered as crude as they were coarse . At the present day , all controversy regarding Shaks- peare's genius and glory has come to an ...
Pagina 10
... thought and of society . My readers will not , therefore , be surprised that , in or- der properly to appreciate Shakspeare , I find it necessary to make some preliminary researches into the nature of dramatic poetry and the ...
... thought and of society . My readers will not , therefore , be surprised that , in or- der properly to appreciate Shakspeare , I find it necessary to make some preliminary researches into the nature of dramatic poetry and the ...
Pagina 16
... thought and repose of life - these are the circumstances of which dramatic poetry has need , in order to shine with its full splendor . These circumstances never combined so com- pletely or so harmoniously among modern peoples as among ...
... thought and repose of life - these are the circumstances of which dramatic poetry has need , in order to shine with its full splendor . These circumstances never combined so com- pletely or so harmoniously among modern peoples as among ...
Pagina 18
... thought himself to be as well lodged as the lord of the town . ' " * But Elizabeth ascended the throne , and Shaks- peare tells us that the busiest employment of the elves and fairies was to pinch " black and blue " those servants who ...
... thought himself to be as well lodged as the lord of the town . ' " * But Elizabeth ascended the throne , and Shaks- peare tells us that the busiest employment of the elves and fairies was to pinch " black and blue " those servants who ...
Pagina 23
... thought when it has reached the age of development - an age of follies and miracles , when the imagination revels in its most puerile as well as in its noblest manifestations . Extravagantly luxurious festivities , splendor of dress ...
... thought when it has reached the age of development - an age of follies and miracles , when the imagination revels in its most puerile as well as in its noblest manifestations . Extravagantly luxurious festivities , splendor of dress ...
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action actors admiration afterward amusement appear Banquo beauties become belong Ben Jonson brilliant Brutus Cæsar cause character chronicle circumstances comedy comic composed crime death Desdemona desire destiny dramatic poetry Duke of Austria effect Elizabeth England entirely equally existence fact Falstaff father favor feelings festivities forms genius give habits Hamlet hand Henry Henry IV historical dramas Holinshed honor human Iago idea imagination impression inspired interest Julius Cæsar king King Lear Lear less liberty Lord Macbeth manner ment mind minstrels misfortune Molière Moor moral nature necessity never once original Othello passion peare peare's performance perhaps personages piece play pleasures poet poetic popular position possess present prince produced reason regard reign rendered Richard Romeo and Juliet says scene Shaks Shakspeare Shakspeare's sion soul spectator stage Stratford style success taste theatre thing thought tion tragedy tragic true truth unity Voltaire wife young Zaïre
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Pagina 282 - O, that the slave had forty thousand lives ! One is too poor, too weak for my revenge. Now do I see 'tis true. Look here, lago ; All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven : 'Tis gone. Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell ! Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne To tyrannous hate ! Swell, bosom, with thy fraught, For 'tis of aspics
Pagina 326 - Yes, trust them not: for there is an upstart crow beautified with our feathers, that with his tiger's heart, wrapt in a player's hide, supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you; and being an absolute Johannes factotum, is in his own conceit the only Shake-scene in a country.
Pagina 291 - No more of that ; — I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...
Pagina 46 - Twas Christmas told the merriest tale ; A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poor man's heart through half the year.
Pagina 108 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Pagina 171 - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Pagina 330 - The First part of the Contention betwixt the two famous Houses of Yorke and Lancaster...
Pagina 48 - Come, my Corinna, come; and, coming, mark How each field turns a street, each street a park Made green and trimm'd with trees: see how Devotion gives each house a bough Or branch: each porch, each door, ere this An ark, a tabernacle is, Made up of white-thorn neatly interwove; As if here were those cooler shades of love.
Pagina 46 - Ceremony doffed his pride. The heir, with roses in his shoes, That night might village partner choose ; The lord, underogating, share The vulgar game of
Pagina 282 - Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.