The Works of Beaumont and Fletcher: In Fourteen Volumes: with an Introduction and Explanatory Notes, 1. sējumsJ. Ballantyne, 1812 - 14 lappuses |
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cxi. lappuse
... black - letter knowledge , so essential to a commentator on old plays . He and his unknown associates very anxiously removed the unneces- sary and impertinent variations of Theobald , Se- ward , and Sympson ; and they appear to have ...
... black - letter knowledge , so essential to a commentator on old plays . He and his unknown associates very anxiously removed the unneces- sary and impertinent variations of Theobald , Se- ward , and Sympson ; and they appear to have ...
cxiv. lappuse
... black- letter collectors of our days . On the continent , a literary work is no sooner announced to have been undertaken , than communications are made with the utmost liberality ; valuable editions , and even manuscripts , are sent to ...
... black- letter collectors of our days . On the continent , a literary work is no sooner announced to have been undertaken , than communications are made with the utmost liberality ; valuable editions , and even manuscripts , are sent to ...
cxv. lappuse
... black- letter book , but , on the contrary , liberally allows the public to enjoy the only real value it contains . In regulating the text , a considerable differ- ence will be perceived from the edition of 1778 ; but if the reader will ...
... black- letter book , but , on the contrary , liberally allows the public to enjoy the only real value it contains . In regulating the text , a considerable differ- ence will be perceived from the edition of 1778 ; but if the reader will ...
clxvi. lappuse
... Black Prince's victory at Cressy , says , While that his mountain sire , on mountain standing , " Up in the air crown'd with the golden sun , " Saw his heroic seed , and smil'd to see him Mangle the work of nature . Henry V. act ii ...
... Black Prince's victory at Cressy , says , While that his mountain sire , on mountain standing , " Up in the air crown'd with the golden sun , " Saw his heroic seed , and smil'd to see him Mangle the work of nature . Henry V. act ii ...
clxxxix. lappuse
... black deeds learn to dissemble here ! Here , by this paper , she doth write to me , As if her heart were mines of adamant To all the world beside ; but unto me , A maiden snow that melted with my looks . " Vol . XII . page 185 . Which ...
... black deeds learn to dissemble here ! Here , by this paper , she doth write to me , As if her heart were mines of adamant To all the world beside ; but unto me , A maiden snow that melted with my looks . " Vol . XII . page 185 . Which ...
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clxv. lappuse - Do my face (If thou had'st ever feeling of a sorrow) Thus, thus, Antiphila : strive to make me look Like Sorrow's monument ; and the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless ; let the rocks Groan with continual surges ; and behind me, Make all a desolation.
cxcvi. lappuse - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...
clix. lappuse - To-day, my lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood...
xxxv. lappuse - 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.
lxx. lappuse - Beaumont and Fletcher, of whom I am next to speak, had, with the advantage of Shakespeare's wit, which was their precedent, great natural gifts improved by study; Beaumont especially being so accurate a judge of plays that Ben Jonson, while he lived, submitted all his writings to his censure, and, 'tis thought, used his judgment in correcting, if not contriving all his plots.
cl. lappuse - Every Man out of his Humour," usurped that dictatorship, in the Literary Republic, which he so sturdily and invariably maintained, though long and hardily disputed.
190. lappuse - Troul the black bowl to me ;" and a woman that will sing a catch in her travail. I have seen a man come by my door with a serious face, in a black cloak, without a hatband, carrying his head as if he look'd for pins in the street.
cxxxix. lappuse - ... off, before he committed one word to writing, and never touched pen till all was to stand as firm and immutable as if engraven in brass or marble.
clix. lappuse - em. he would weep, As if he meant to make 'em grow again. Seeing such pretty helpless innocence Dwell in his face, I ask'd him all his story. He told me, that his parents gentle died, Leaving him to the mercy of the fields, Which gave him roots ; and of the crystal springs, Which did not stop their courses ; and the sun, Which still, he thank'd him, yielded him his light.
143. lappuse - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright Honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned Honour by the locks; So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities.