William Shakspere: hans lif och värksamhet, en historisk framställning

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J. Seligmann & C., 1883 - 446 pagina's
 

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Pagina 117 - And put it to the foil : but you, O you, So perfect, and so peerless, are created Of every creature's best.
Pagina 122 - The First part of the Contention betwixt the two famous Houses of Yorke and Lancaster...
Pagina 114 - As Plautus and Seneca are accounted the best for comedy and tragedy among the Latins, so Shakespeare among the English is the most excellent in both kinds for the stage...
Pagina 117 - hest to say so ! Fer. Admired Miranda ! Indeed the top of admiration ; worth What's dearest to the world ! Full many a lady I have eyed with best regard ; and many a time The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear...
Pagina 114 - English is the most excellent in both kinds for the stage; for Comedy, witnes his Gentlemen of Verona, his Errors, his Loue labors lost, his Loue labours wonne, his Midsummers night dreame, and his Merchant of Venice: for Tragedy his Richard the 2. Richard the 3. Henry the 4. King lohn, Titus Andronicus and his Romeo and luliet.
Pagina 177 - TO . THE - ONLIE . BEGETTER . OF . THESE • INSVING - SONNETS Mr WH ALL . HAPPINESSE AND . THAT . ETERNITIE . PROMISED . BY. OVR • EVER-LIVING . POET . WISHETH . THE . WELL-WISHING . ADVENTVRER • IN • SETTING • FORTH • TT HEAD OF EROS (CUPID), FROM THE ANTIQUE.
Pagina 143 - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long.
Pagina 114 - As the soule of Euphorbus was thought to live in Pythagoras, so the sweete wittie soule of Ovid lives in mellifluous and hony-tongued Shakespeare; witnes his Venus and Adonis, his Lucrece, his sugred Sonnets among his private friends, &c.
Pagina 138 - As easy may my intellectual soul Be lent away, and yet my body live, As lend my body, palace to my soul, Away from her, and yet retain my soul. My body is her bower, her court, her abbey, And she an angel, pure, divine, unspotted ; If I should lend her house, my lord, to thee, I kill my poor soul, and my poor soul me.
Pagina 333 - Folk siger vel i Herredet, at Jeppe drikker, men de siger ikke, hvorfor Jeppe drikker; thi jeg fik aldrig saa mange Hug i ti Aar, jeg var under Malicien, som jeg faaer paa een Dag af den slemme Qyinde.

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