The Outline of Literature, Volumen 2John Drinkwater G. P. Putnam's Sons, 1923 - 1136 páginas |
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... Night's Dream - Romeo and e of the plays - Twelfth Night- Lady Macbeth - Banquo's Murder . › MILTON tor Faustus - A tragic death - Ben -The great scholar - The blot on philosophy - Robert Herrick - A Lovelace Other contemporary Anatomy ...
... Night's Dream - Romeo and e of the plays - Twelfth Night- Lady Macbeth - Banquo's Murder . › MILTON tor Faustus - A tragic death - Ben -The great scholar - The blot on philosophy - Robert Herrick - A Lovelace Other contemporary Anatomy ...
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... rage Or influence , chide , or cheere the drooping Stage ; Which , since thy flight from hence , hath mourn'd like night , And despaires day , but for thy Volumes sight . We may balance against the conventional use of hyperbole on 299.
... rage Or influence , chide , or cheere the drooping Stage ; Which , since thy flight from hence , hath mourn'd like night , And despaires day , but for thy Volumes sight . We may balance against the conventional use of hyperbole on 299.
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... Night's Dream , must be due to the powers of the actors and the imagination of the audience . Again , the main stage was thrust right out among the audience . Some of the audience , indeed , sat on the stage itself . This seems to us an ...
... Night's Dream , must be due to the powers of the actors and the imagination of the audience . Again , the main stage was thrust right out among the audience . Some of the audience , indeed , sat on the stage itself . This seems to us an ...
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... Night , Richard II , The Tempest , Macbeth or Othello . London is the capital of a world empire which has no more famous spiritual citizen than William Shake- speare . And the plays are the man . Some recent years have passed there with ...
... Night , Richard II , The Tempest , Macbeth or Othello . London is the capital of a world empire which has no more famous spiritual citizen than William Shake- speare . And the plays are the man . Some recent years have passed there with ...
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... Night and discovering Sir Andrew Ague - cheek to be the village idiot and Sir Toby Belch remark- able for nothing but a sustained attempt to justify his surname , imagine that Shakespeare has given any countenance to such witless ...
... Night and discovering Sir Andrew Ague - cheek to be the village idiot and Sir Toby Belch remark- able for nothing but a sustained attempt to justify his surname , imagine that Shakespeare has given any countenance to such witless ...
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Página 386 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt. Dispraise or blame, nothing but well and fair. And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
Página 356 - I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine, But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee, As giving it a hope that there It could not wither'd be ; But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent'st it back to me ; Since when it grows and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee.
Página 368 - Going to the Wars Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. 1 Imprisoned or caged. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Página 618 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, Are fresh and strong.
Página 349 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
Página 382 - OF MAN'S first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful seat, Sing, Heavenly Muse...
Página 630 - What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears And watered heaven with their tears, Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Página 474 - And he gave it for his opinion, that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass to grow upon a spot of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than the whole race of politicians put together.
Página 351 - If all the pens that ever poets held Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts, And every sweetness that inspired their hearts, Their minds and muses on admired themes; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein as in a mirror we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit; If these had made one poem's period...
Página 385 - How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year ! My hasting days fly on with full career, But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.