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Side 68
... Comedy of Errors . " An old double play , “ The Troublesome Raigne of King John " in ten acts , or two parts , was the basis of Shakespeare's single play of " King John . ' There was possibly an older play on the subject of the deposed ...
... Comedy of Errors . " An old double play , “ The Troublesome Raigne of King John " in ten acts , or two parts , was the basis of Shakespeare's single play of " King John . ' There was possibly an older play on the subject of the deposed ...
Side 69
... comedy and tragedy . In this work of revamping old stuff and improving old themes , it seems natural to suppose that Shakespeare began with the older chronicle form of play and the traditions of classical comedy and tragedy . Such a ...
... comedy and tragedy . In this work of revamping old stuff and improving old themes , it seems natural to suppose that Shakespeare began with the older chronicle form of play and the traditions of classical comedy and tragedy . Such a ...
Side 73
... . But we can see the beginner Shakespeare practising in Comedy and Tragedy no less than in the History Play . In perhaps the latest edition of Shakespeare's plays , that of Professor Neilson Shakespeare in Recent Years 73.
... . But we can see the beginner Shakespeare practising in Comedy and Tragedy no less than in the History Play . In perhaps the latest edition of Shakespeare's plays , that of Professor Neilson Shakespeare in Recent Years 73.
Side 74
... Comedy . It may be so ; but for a long time I have not been able to escape the feeling that much may be said for the " Comedy of Errors " being the first in point of time . Profes- sor Baker , of Harvard , in his new book on ...
... Comedy . It may be so ; but for a long time I have not been able to escape the feeling that much may be said for the " Comedy of Errors " being the first in point of time . Profes- sor Baker , of Harvard , in his new book on ...
Side 76
... comedy is evidently no comedy of character , but a comedy of a young man's brilliant quips and words . Controlled by the purists in speech , it has become the right sort of thing since Professor Clarence Child's admirable disser- tation ...
... comedy is evidently no comedy of character , but a comedy of a young man's brilliant quips and words . Controlled by the purists in speech , it has become the right sort of thing since Professor Clarence Child's admirable disser- tation ...
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Side 196 - O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into a dew ! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter...
Side 200 - 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-capped 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..
Side 82 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Side 83 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Side 278 - He giveth snow like wool : He scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes. He casteth forth his ice like morsels : Who can stand before his cold? He sendeth out his word, and melteth them: He causeth his wind to blow, and the waters flow.
Side 190 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Side 71 - I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me! I am myself alone.
Side 312 - I truly confess it is beyond the ken of my understanding to conceive how those women should have any true grace or valuable virtue, that have so little wit, as to disfigure themselves with such exotic garbs, as not only dismantles their native lovely lustre, but transclouts them into gant bar-geese...
Side 402 - Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong (Between whose endless jar justice resides) Should lose their names, and so should Justice too. Then everything includes itself in power, Power into will, will into appetite ; And appetite, an universal wolf, So doubly seconded with will and power, Must make perforce an universal prey, And last, eat up himself.
Side 195 - Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more! Macbeth doth murder sleep' . . . The innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve 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.