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 11
... honour .'- vol . v . , p . 355 . But the fire of Shirley's invention was not yet completely extinguished either by the base use to which he had fallen , or by his chilling association with his old friend Ogilby . It is next to ...
... honour .'- vol . v . , p . 355 . But the fire of Shirley's invention was not yet completely extinguished either by the base use to which he had fallen , or by his chilling association with his old friend Ogilby . It is next to ...
Pagina 21
... thought to wound Fernando's truth , but with that cheerfulness , My own first clear intents to honour him Can arm me with , expect to meet his faith As As noble as he promis'd . - Ha ! ' Life and Writings of James Shirley . 21.
... thought to wound Fernando's truth , but with that cheerfulness , My own first clear intents to honour him Can arm me with , expect to meet his faith As As noble as he promis'd . - Ha ! ' Life and Writings of James Shirley . 21.
Pagina 24
... honour of the world ; and ' tis My pride , if you exceed me not in fortune , That I can boast my heart , as high , and rich , With noble flame , and every way your equal ; And if you be as poor as I , Fernando , I can deserve you now ...
... honour of the world ; and ' tis My pride , if you exceed me not in fortune , That I can boast my heart , as high , and rich , With noble flame , and every way your equal ; And if you be as poor as I , Fernando , I can deserve you now ...
Pagina 27
... honour To see me satisfied . Born . In what , Aretina , Dost thou accuse me ? Have I not obey'd All thy desires ? against mine own opinion Quitted the country , and removed the hope Of our return , by sale of that fair lordship We lived ...
... honour To see me satisfied . Born . In what , Aretina , Dost thou accuse me ? Have I not obey'd All thy desires ? against mine own opinion Quitted the country , and removed the hope Of our return , by sale of that fair lordship We lived ...
Pagina 28
... honour . You make play Not a pastime but a tyranny , and vex Yourself and my estate by it . Lady B. Good ! proceed . Born . Another game you have , which consumes more Your fame than purse ; your revels in the night , Your meetings call ...
... honour . You make play Not a pastime but a tyranny , and vex Yourself and my estate by it . Lady B. Good ! proceed . Born . Another game you have , which consumes more Your fame than purse ; your revels in the night , Your meetings call ...
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Pagina 12 - 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 12 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death. 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...
Pagina 193 - O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven ! Keep me in temper ; I would not be mad ! — Enter Gentleman.
Pagina 197 - 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 197 - 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? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
Pagina 194 - 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 351 - Who is like unto thee, O Lord, among the gods? who is like thee, glorious in holiness, fearful in praises, doing wonders?
Pagina 194 - Thou'dst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the mind's free The body's delicate; the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else Save what beats there.
Pagina 460 - Soli eravamo e senza alcun sospetto. Per più fiate gli occhi ci sospinse Quella lettura, e scolorocci il viso; Ma solo un punto fu quel che ci vinse. Quando leggemmo il disiato riso Esser baciato da cotanto amante, Questi, che mai da me non fia diviso, La bocca mi baciò tutto tremante. Galeotto fu il libro e chi lo scrisse: Quel giorno più non vi leggemmo avante.
Pagina 81 - By some strange chance we have never seen his first publication, which, if it at all resembles its younger brother, must be by this time so popular that any notice of it on our part would seem idle and presumptuous; but we gladly seize this opportunity of repairing an unintentional neglect, and of introducing to the admiration of our more sequestered readers a new prodigy of genius — another and a brighter star of that galaxy or milky way of poetry of which the lamented Keats was the harbinger;...