Shakespeare's Scholar: Being Historical and Critical Studies of His Text, Characters, and Commentators, with an Examination of Mr. Collier's Folio of 1632D. Appleton, 1854 - 504 Seiten |
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... never one of those who devote their social hours to trumpeting their admiration of him who wrote for all time , yet having been , as you have already seen , his devoted student at so early an age as to be unable to remember when I first ...
... never one of those who devote their social hours to trumpeting their admiration of him who wrote for all time , yet having been , as you have already seen , his devoted student at so early an age as to be unable to remember when I first ...
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... never undertake to criti- cise them . As to the most eminent of his editors in the last century , the baleful influence of whose labors has not yet passed away , they themselves have left us the best reasons for concluding that often ...
... never undertake to criti- cise them . As to the most eminent of his editors in the last century , the baleful influence of whose labors has not yet passed away , they themselves have left us the best reasons for concluding that often ...
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... never antiquated , grace and grandeur by the re- forming hands whose ruthless strength such a course would provoke to action . Such are the feelings with which I have come to the critical study of Shakespeare's text , and which have ...
... never antiquated , grace and grandeur by the re- forming hands whose ruthless strength such a course would provoke to action . Such are the feelings with which I have come to the critical study of Shakespeare's text , and which have ...
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... never had need to go to that school ; and when I did go , it was in the teaching of the expounders , and not in the words of the great master that I found the perplexities . Do you ask , -have I the conceit to suppose that I am alone in ...
... never had need to go to that school ; and when I did go , it was in the teaching of the expounders , and not in the words of the great master that I found the perplexities . Do you ask , -have I the conceit to suppose that I am alone in ...
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... never forgave , —and in 1733 his edition of Shakespeare was published , in seven volumes , 8vo . It was by far the best text of Shakespeare which had appeared , and a great num- ber of its conjectural emendations of typographical errors ...
... never forgave , —and in 1733 his edition of Shakespeare was published , in seven volumes , 8vo . It was by far the best text of Shakespeare which had appeared , and a great num- ber of its conjectural emendations of typographical errors ...
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Angelo appears authority beauty better Biron brother called character Claudio Collier's folio commentators conjecture copy Coriolanus correction corrector critics Cymbeline doth drama Duke Duke of Austria dun colored Dyce edition editors emendations evidently eyes fairy Falstaff fool gives Hamlet hath heart heaven Iago Imogen instance Isab Isabella Jaques Johnson Juliet King King of Hungary Knight labors lady learned lord lover Lucio Macbeth Malone means Measure for Measure melancholy Midsummer Night's Dream misprint never original folio original text Orlando Othello passage phrase plausible play poet poetry printed quarto readers remarks reply Rosalind says SCENE seems sense Shake Shakespeare wrote Shakespeare's day Shakespeare's text Shakesperian Singer Sir Thomas Hanmer song Sonnets speak speech spirit stage stands stanza Steevens strange suggestion supposed sweet tell text of Shakespeare thee Theseus thou thought tion Titania typographical error utter Variorum woman word written
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Seite 238 - To-day, my lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood...
Seite 382 - Now, whether it be Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say ' This thing's to do;' Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't.
Seite 34 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Seite 118 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Seite 294 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Seite 44 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Seite 212 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Seite 40 - The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!
Seite 158 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again, , bring again, ' . -' Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Seite 118 - From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty ; As surfeit is the father of much fast, So every scope by the immoderate use Turns to restraint; our natures do pursue (Like rats that ravin down their proper bane,) A thirsty evil ; and when we drinK, we die.