William Shakspere: A BiographyCollier, 1860 - 553 páginas |
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... honour and dig- nity , and some he enriched with possessions and goods , every man according to his desert and merit ... honours bestowed , for mere mercenary considerations , upon any pretenders to gentle blood . There was strict ...
... honour and dig- nity , and some he enriched with possessions and goods , every man according to his desert and merit ... honours bestowed , for mere mercenary considerations , upon any pretenders to gentle blood . There was strict ...
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A Biography Charles Knight. such honours were of grave importance ; and there is a solemnity in the tone of these very documents which , however it may provoke a smile from what we call philosophy , was connected with high and generous ...
A Biography Charles Knight. such honours were of grave importance ; and there is a solemnity in the tone of these very documents which , however it may provoke a smile from what we call philosophy , was connected with high and generous ...
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... honoured bed - room . When the poor old woman , the last of the Harts , had to quit her vocation ( she claimed to have in- herited some of the genius , if she had lost the possessions , of her great ancestor , for she had produced a ...
... honoured bed - room . When the poor old woman , the last of the Harts , had to quit her vocation ( she claimed to have in- herited some of the genius , if she had lost the possessions , of her great ancestor , for she had produced a ...
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... honour specially above all saints , ) may be the chief executress toge- ther with these other saints , my patrons , ( Saint Winefride , ) all whom I invoke and beseech to be present at the hour of my death , that she and they comfort me ...
... honour specially above all saints , ) may be the chief executress toge- ther with these other saints , my patrons , ( Saint Winefride , ) all whom I invoke and beseech to be present at the hour of my death , that she and they comfort me ...
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... honour — and how his brethren knew him not when , suppressing his tears , he said , " Is your father well , the old man of whom ye spake ? " — or , how , when the child Samuel was laid down to sleep , the Lord called to him three times ...
... honour — and how his brethren knew him not when , suppressing his tears , he said , " Is your father well , the old man of whom ye spake ? " — or , how , when the child Samuel was laid down to sleep , the Lord called to him three times ...
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Página 226 - I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear Such gallant chiding; for, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
Página 308 - 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.
Página 523 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Página 264 - Hear him but reason in divinity, And, all-admiring, with an inward wish You would desire the king were made a prelate...
Página 175 - So went to bed : where eagerly his sickness Pursued him still ; and, three nights after this, About the hour of eight, (which he himself Foretold should be his last,) full of repentance, Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows, He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.
Página 378 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Página 408 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Página 241 - tis he: why, he was met even now As mad as the vex'd sea; singing aloud; Crown'd with rank fumiter and furrow-weeds, With bur-docks, hemlock, nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, and all the idle weeds that grow In our sustaining corn.
Página 240 - By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Página 529 - tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.