Shakespeare 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, Amusement, Superstitions, Poetry, and Elegant Literature of His Age, Volumen1
T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1817
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Página 383 - 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.
Página 374 - with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those, that lawless and uncertain thoughts Imagine howling ! — 'tis too horrible !" * " I am thy father's spirit; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night; And, for the day, confined to fast injires, Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are
Página 367 - have seen him do. How he solicits heaven, Himself best knows .• but strangely-visited people, All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye, The mere despair of surgery, he cures; Hanging a golden stamp * about their necks, Put on with holy prayers: and 'tis spoken, To the succeeding royalty he leaves The healing benediction.
Página 391 - The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath: the ruddock would, With charitable bill — bring thee all this; Yea, and furr'd moss besides, when flowers are none, To winter-ground thy corse.
Página 282 - so sanded J; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Crook-knee'd, and dew-lap'd like Thessalian bulls; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each. A cry more tuneable Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn.
Página 348 - and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets — — Stars with trains of fire and dews of blood ' appear'd,' Disasters in the sun; and the moist star, Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands, Was sick almost to dooms-day with eclipse:
Página 564 - it is old, and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chaunt it; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Página 364 - from being hag-ridden, and their manes elf-knotted, were, at this period, in common use. To one of the superstitious evils against which it was held as a protective, Shakspeare alludes, in his Romeo and Juliet, where Mercutio exclaims — " This is that very Mab That plats the manes of horses in the night" *
Página 232 - Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole, To raise him hillocks that shall keep him warm, And (when gay tombs are robb'd) sustain no harm, But keep the wolf far thence: that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again." Ancient British Drama, vol. iii. p. 41.
Página 350 - 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: The goats ran from the mountains, and the herds Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields: