An Essay on the Writings and Genius of Shakespear: Compared with the Greek and French Dramatic Poets. With Some Remarks Upon the Misrepresentations of Mons. de VoltaireH. Hughs, 1772 - 288 pages |
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... thought he had done well , when he faithfully copi- ed nature , or reprefented cuftoms , it will ap → pear to politer times , the error of an untu- tored mind , which the example of judicious artifts , and the admonitions of delicate ...
... thought he had done well , when he faithfully copi- ed nature , or reprefented cuftoms , it will ap → pear to politer times , the error of an untu- tored mind , which the example of judicious artifts , and the admonitions of delicate ...
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... thought ! and more unlikely , Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns . Why , love forfwore me in my mother's womb , And , for I should not deal in her soft laws , She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe To fhrink my arm like to a ...
... thought ! and more unlikely , Than to accomplish twenty golden crowns . Why , love forfwore me in my mother's womb , And , for I should not deal in her soft laws , She did corrupt frail nature with some bribe To fhrink my arm like to a ...
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... thought he had acquitted himself well enough in that dia- logue , by a general fatherly admonition deli- vered with the dignity becoming a monarch : but Shakespear rarely deals in common- place , and general morals . The peculiar temper ...
... thought he had acquitted himself well enough in that dia- logue , by a general fatherly admonition deli- vered with the dignity becoming a monarch : but Shakespear rarely deals in common- place , and general morals . The peculiar temper ...
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... thoughts , He's follow'd both with body and with mind , And doth enlarge his rifing with the blood Of fair King Richard , fcrap'd from Pomfret ftones ; Derives from heaven his quarrel and his cause ; Tells them he doth beftride a ...
... thoughts , He's follow'd both with body and with mind , And doth enlarge his rifing with the blood Of fair King Richard , fcrap'd from Pomfret ftones ; Derives from heaven his quarrel and his cause ; Tells them he doth beftride a ...
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... watchful day , I would into thy bofom pour my thoughts : But ah , I will not - yet I love thee well ; And , by my troth , I think thou lov'ft me well . I ON ON THE PRETERNATURAL BEING S. The poet's eye , in The Second Part of HENRY IV .
... watchful day , I would into thy bofom pour my thoughts : But ah , I will not - yet I love thee well ; And , by my troth , I think thou lov'ft me well . I ON ON THE PRETERNATURAL BEING S. The poet's eye , in The Second Part of HENRY IV .
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Page 268 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Page 194 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Page 258 - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend: so Caesar may; Then, lest he may, prevent.
Page 269 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend...
Page 265 - Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill; Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Page 266 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Page 181 - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of...
Page 211 - Are they inform'd of this? My breath and blood!— Fiery? the fiery duke?— Tell the hot duke, that— No, but not yet: — may be, he is not well: Infirmity doth still neglect all office, Whereto our health is bound; we are not ourselves, When nature, being oppress'd, commands the mind To suffer with the body: I'll forbear; And am fallen out with my more headier...
Page 270 - I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Page 262 - He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!