Shakespeare [sic] and His Times: Including the Biography of the Poet; Criticism on His Genius and Writings; a New Chronology of His Plays; a Disquisition on the Object of His Sonnets; and a History of the Manners, Customs, Amusements, Superstitions, Poetry, and Elegant Literature of His Age
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adds Anatomy of Melancholy ancient appears beauty called century character close collection common composition considered curious custom death drama edition effect Elizabeth England English entitled Epigrams evident exhibited Fairies former four frequently give given Greene hand hath head Henry History interesting Italy James John kind King Lady language latter learned light lines living London Lord manner mentioned mind nature necessary never night notice observes original passage performed period person pieces play poem poet poetry popular possessed powers present printed probably production published Queen reader reason reference reign relates remarks Richard says scene seems seen Shakspeare Shakspeare's song sonnets speaking species spirit subsequent supposed sweet taken tells termed thing Thomas thou translated whole writer written
Page 180 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Page 485 - I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with lush woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Page 485 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere ; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be : In their gold coats spots you see ; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours : I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Page 163 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets...
Page 163 - I cannot blame him : at my nativity The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes, Of burning cressets ; and at my birth The frame and huge foundation of the earth Shak'd like a coward.
Page 271 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Page 547 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Page 547 - twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread, rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar.