Every Day with ShakespeareF.W. Haigh, 1912 - 118 páginas |
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... soul was mistress of her choice And could of men distinguish , her election Hath sealed thee for herself . -Hamlet . The Tempest is the only one of the Plays which strictly observes the dramatic unities . JANUARY 25 . When you depart ...
... soul was mistress of her choice And could of men distinguish , her election Hath sealed thee for herself . -Hamlet . The Tempest is the only one of the Plays which strictly observes the dramatic unities . JANUARY 25 . When you depart ...
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... soul ravished . Is it not strange that sheeps ' guts should hale souls out of men's bodies ? -Much Ado About Nothing . " Your Marlowe's page I close , my Shakespeare's ope ; How welcome - after gong and cymbal's din- The continuity ...
... soul ravished . Is it not strange that sheeps ' guts should hale souls out of men's bodies ? -Much Ado About Nothing . " Your Marlowe's page I close , my Shakespeare's ope ; How welcome - after gong and cymbal's din- The continuity ...
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... soul grows sad with troubles . Sing and disperse ' em . -Henry VIII . " The Elizabethan Dramatists constitute an Orchestra play- ing a great symphony . The roulades and cadenzas of John Lyly , the blare of Christopher Marlowe , the long ...
... soul grows sad with troubles . Sing and disperse ' em . -Henry VIII . " The Elizabethan Dramatists constitute an Orchestra play- ing a great symphony . The roulades and cadenzas of John Lyly , the blare of Christopher Marlowe , the long ...
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... souls , But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in , we cannot hear it . -Merchant of Venice . 1821. Rachel born . Greatest actress modern times in France . MARCH 25 . Music to hear , why hears't thou page thirty ...
... souls , But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in , we cannot hear it . -Merchant of Venice . 1821. Rachel born . Greatest actress modern times in France . MARCH 25 . Music to hear , why hears't thou page thirty ...
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... soul speak : The very instant that I saw you , did My heart fly to your service ; there resides , To make me slave to it . -Tempest . " The Tempest " has been more liberally annotated than any of the Plays except Hamlet and Julius ...
... soul speak : The very instant that I saw you , did My heart fly to your service ; there resides , To make me slave to it . -Tempest . " The Tempest " has been more liberally annotated than any of the Plays except Hamlet and Julius ...
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actors All's Antony & Cleopatra APRIL AUGUST beautiful born Boydell Brutus Burbage Charles Comedy of Errors Coriolanus Cowden-Clarke Cymbeline Death DECEMBER died doth dramatic English stage eyes FEBRUARY fortunes friends Garrick gentle Gentlemen of Verona grace greatest green Hamlet happy hath heart heaven Henry Irving Henry IV Henry VIII hither honour JANUARY Julius Caesar JULY JUNE King John King Lear lady lines London Love's Labour's Lost Macbeth MARCH Measure for Measure Merchant of Venice merry Midsummer Night's Dream mind never NOVEMBER o'er OCTOBER Othello painter painting peare peare's Pericles Plays Poet Poet's Richard Richard II Romeo & Juliet scene SEPTEMBER Shakes Shakespeare Shakespeare's day Shrew Siddons sing sleep song Sonnet soul speak spirit Stratford-on-Avon Taming Tempest Theatre thee things thou art Timon of Athens Titus Andronicus tongue Troilus & Cressida Twelfth Night valiant William wind Winter's Tale woman wrote
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Página 32 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung : as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Página 23 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Página 18 - I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news ; Who, with his shears and measure in his hand, Standing on slippers, — which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet...
Página 5 - God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains ! that we should, with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts ! lago.
Página 3 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Página 75 - Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven : the fated sky Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull.
Página 55 - Subtle as Sphinx ; as sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair ; And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Make heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Página 29 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Página 20 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver ; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Página 12 - Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep ; Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast ;— Lady M.