The Quarterly Review, Volumul 49William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) John Murray, 1833 |
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Pagina 3
... seems to operate upon taste , as upon everything else connected with our mortal state ; at this period , however , its fate was inevitable . Unless the drama could have taken higher ground , -unless , from an amusement it could have ...
... seems to operate upon taste , as upon everything else connected with our mortal state ; at this period , however , its fate was inevitable . Unless the drama could have taken higher ground , -unless , from an amusement it could have ...
Pagina 6
... seems to have met with success , and probably determined at once the future destination of Shirley . He had protested in his prologue , and at the time , perhaps , in perfect sincerity , — • This play is The first fruits of a muse ...
... seems to have met with success , and probably determined at once the future destination of Shirley . He had protested in his prologue , and at the time , perhaps , in perfect sincerity , — • This play is The first fruits of a muse ...
Pagina 7
... seems to have turned somewhat of a precisian . ' 6 Shirley was twice married , and had several children , but of the birth or quality of his two wives we know nothing , though Mr. Dyce conjectures that the first was a lady , whom he ad ...
... seems to have turned somewhat of a precisian . ' 6 Shirley was twice married , and had several children , but of the birth or quality of his two wives we know nothing , though Mr. Dyce conjectures that the first was a lady , whom he ad ...
Pagina 15
... seems to write for an audi- ence accustomed to sup full of horrors . There is a prodigality of crime , a profuse pouring forth of blood , not altogether in the coarse and King Cambyses ' manner of the older school , but still crowded ...
... seems to write for an audi- ence accustomed to sup full of horrors . There is a prodigality of crime , a profuse pouring forth of blood , not altogether in the coarse and King Cambyses ' manner of the older school , but still crowded ...
Pagina 16
... seem privileged buffoonery , which , especially in the earlier plays , occur far too frequently , and sometimes ... seems offensive to propriety was de facto intended to improve and elevate , rather than to corrupt and degrade , the ...
... seem privileged buffoonery , which , especially in the earlier plays , occur far too frequently , and sometimes ... seems offensive to propriety was de facto intended to improve and elevate , rather than to corrupt and degrade , the ...
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Pagina 8 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against Fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Pagina 187 - O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven ! Keep me in temper ; I would not be mad ! — Enter Gentleman.
Pagina 8 - The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor- victim bleeds : Your heads must come To the cold tomb ; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in their dust.
Pagina 191 - Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Pagina 188 - But I will punish home: No, I will weep no more. In such a night To shut me out! Pour on; I will endure. In such a night as this! O Regan, Goneril! Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all O, that way madness lies; let me shun that; No more of that.
Pagina 191 - And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life: Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? O, thou wilt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never! — Pray you, undo this button: Thank you, sir. — Do you see this? Look on her, — look, — her lips, — Look there, look there!
Pagina 175 - My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music : it is not madness That I have utter'd : bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word ; which madness Would gambol from.
Pagina 448 - By one so deep in love, then he, who ne'er From me shall separate• at once my lips All trembling kiss'd. The book and writer both Were love's purveyors. In its leaves that day We read no more.
Pagina 443 - Quando fui desto innanzi la dimane, Pianger senti' fra '1 sonno i miei figliuoli, Ch' erano meco, e dimandar del pane.
Pagina 180 - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.