Lectures chiefly on the dramatic literature of the age of ElizabethJ.B. Lippincott, 1821 - 218 pages |
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... thought , than that which would confine all excellence , or arrogate its final accomplishment to the present , or modern times . We ordinarily speak and think of those who had the misfortune to write or live before us , as labouring ...
... thought , than that which would confine all excellence , or arrogate its final accomplishment to the present , or modern times . We ordinarily speak and think of those who had the misfortune to write or live before us , as labouring ...
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... thoughts they could conceive , " in the absence of all those topics that so agreeably enliven and diversify our conversation and literature , mistak- ing the imperfection of our knowledge for the defect of their organs , as if it was ...
... thoughts they could conceive , " in the absence of all those topics that so agreeably enliven and diversify our conversation and literature , mistak- ing the imperfection of our knowledge for the defect of their organs , as if it was ...
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... thoughts , or as if , because they did not see with our eyes , hear with our ears , and understand with our understandings , they could hear , see , and understand nothing . A falser inference could not be drawn , nor one more contrary ...
... thoughts , or as if , because they did not see with our eyes , hear with our ears , and understand with our understandings , they could hear , see , and understand nothing . A falser inference could not be drawn , nor one more contrary ...
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... thought and experience . We are quite wrong in supposing ( as we are apt to do ) , that we can plead an exclusive title to wit and wisdom , to taste and genius , as the net produce age we live in , and and clear reversion of the that ...
... thought and experience . We are quite wrong in supposing ( as we are apt to do ) , that we can plead an exclusive title to wit and wisdom , to taste and genius , as the net produce age we live in , and and clear reversion of the that ...
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... thought , as a matter of literary courtesy and enlargement of taste , we are afraid of coming to the proof , as too great a trial of our candour and patience . We regard the en- thusiastic admiration of these obsolete authors , or a ...
... thought , as a matter of literary courtesy and enlargement of taste , we are afraid of coming to the proof , as too great a trial of our candour and patience . We regard the en- thusiastic admiration of these obsolete authors , or a ...
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Page 27 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters : — To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
Page 254 - But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near: And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found; Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song: then worms shall try That long preserved virginity: And your quaint honour turn to dust; And into ashes all my lust. The grave's a fine and private place, But none I think do there embrace.
Page 298 - But the sufficiency of Christian immortality frustrates all earthly glory, and the quality of either state after death makes a folly of posthumous memory. God who can only destroy our souls, and hath assured our resurrection, either of our bodies or names hath directly promised no duration. Wherein there is so much of chance, that the boldest expectants have found unhappy frustration ; and to hold long subsistence, seems but a scape in oblivion. But man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous...
Page 222 - HENCE, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy ; Oh ! sweetest melancholy.
Page 253 - Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day; Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood; And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews.
Page 294 - ... to subsist in bones, and be but pyramidally extant, is a fallacy in duration. Vain ashes, which, in the oblivion of names, persons, times, and sexes, have found unto themselves a fruitless continuation, and only arise unto late posterity as emblems of mortal vanities, antidotes against pride, vainglory, and madding vices!
Page 257 - Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams; or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Page 53 - At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet...
Page 224 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Page 59 - Her lips suck forth my soul! See where it flies; Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.