The Outline of Literature, المجلد 2John Drinkwater G. P. Putnam's Sons, 1923 - 1136 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 313
... give . England's devotion in these latter days to his memory and her care for his gift to her , has been lip - service indeed . This is not the place to enlarge upon the shameful fact that an Englishman may vainly wait a lifetime to see ...
... give . England's devotion in these latter days to his memory and her care for his gift to her , has been lip - service indeed . This is not the place to enlarge upon the shameful fact that an Englishman may vainly wait a lifetime to see ...
الصفحة 318
... give us Shakespeare in his every mood , it follows the clear steps by which he ascended in his art . Hamlet is the notable omission . But Hamlet is in many ways unique - as a play , and as one of Shakespeare's plays - and is better ...
... give us Shakespeare in his every mood , it follows the clear steps by which he ascended in his art . Hamlet is the notable omission . But Hamlet is in many ways unique - as a play , and as one of Shakespeare's plays - and is better ...
الصفحة 323
... gives us the family feud at full pitch , the men , the masters and their wives , and Verona's own share in the trouble . Mark how , even before this , the very first words of the chorus strike for us the keynote of the play . Two ...
... gives us the family feud at full pitch , the men , the masters and their wives , and Verona's own share in the trouble . Mark how , even before this , the very first words of the chorus strike for us the keynote of the play . Two ...
الصفحة 324
... give thee here no jot of blood . Merchant of Venice , Act IV , Scene 1 . Photo : Daily Mirror Studio . By courtesy of B. J. Simmons & Co. , Ltd. Costumiers , London . 44 " " SIR H. BEERBOHM TREE AS MACBETH Macbeth . Speak , if you can ...
... give thee here no jot of blood . Merchant of Venice , Act IV , Scene 1 . Photo : Daily Mirror Studio . By courtesy of B. J. Simmons & Co. , Ltd. Costumiers , London . 44 " " SIR H. BEERBOHM TREE AS MACBETH Macbeth . Speak , if you can ...
الصفحة 328
... give but a very few words to the two Histories on our list , for the topic will so easily widen beyond our com- pass . They are Shakespeare's most individual contributions to this then very popular dramatic form . The three parts of ...
... give but a very few words to the two Histories on our list , for the topic will so easily widen beyond our com- pass . They are Shakespeare's most individual contributions to this then very popular dramatic form . The three parts of ...
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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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?
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.