The Library of Literary Criticism of English and American Authors, Band 1Charles Wells Moulton Moulton Publishing Company, 1901 |
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admirable beauty Beowulf Blind Harry born Cædmon Canterbury Canterbury Tales century character CHARLES Chaucer Chronicle Church comedy contemporaries criticism death diction Dictionary dramatic edition Edward Elizabethan England English Language English Literature English Poetry English prose euphuism Faerie Queene fancy feeling Fletcher genius Geoffrey Chaucer GEORGE grace Hamlet hath HENRY History of English honour humour imagination JAMES JOHN Julius Cæsar King Latin Layamon learning lish literary lived Lord Macbeth Marlowe master ment mind modern moral nature ness never noble Othello passion person play poem poet poetical Queen Raleigh reader Reformation rhyme Richard scenes Scottish seems Shak Shake Shakespeare Sidney Sir Thomas Sir Walter Raleigh sonnets speare Spenser spirit style Surrey sweet things thou thought tion tragedy translation truth verse versification whole WILLIAM William Shakespeare words worthy writer written wrote
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 561 - Shakespeare OTHERS abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask — Thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest hill, Who to the stars uncrowns his majesty, Planting his steadfast footsteps in the sea, Making the heaven of heavens his dwelling-place, Spares but the cloudy border of his base To the foil'd searching of mortality; And thou, who didst the stars and sunbeams know, Self-school'd, self-scann'd, self-honour'd, self-secure, Didst tread on earth unguess'd at.
Seite 468 - Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Seite 548 - ... ordain'd otherwise, and he by death departed from that right, we pray you do not envie his friends the office of their care and paine...
Seite 552 - This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy! This can unlock the gates of Joy; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Seite 547 - Soul of the age! The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give.
Seite 377 - The generall end, therefore, of all the booke, is to fashion a gentleman or noble person in vertuous and gentle discipline...
Seite 472 - Two households, both alike in dignity In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life, Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows Doth with their death bury their parents
Seite 448 - Renowned Spenser lie a thought more nigh To learned Chaucer, and rare Beaumont lie A little nearer Spenser, to make room For Shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb...
Seite 548 - I remember, the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, Would he had blotted a thousand.
Seite 547 - And he, the man whom Nature selfe had made To mock her selfe, and Truth to imitate, With kindly counter under Mimick shade, Our pleasant Willy, ah ! is dead of late : With whom all joy and jolly meriment Is also deaded, and in dolour drent.