An Essay on the Genius of Shakespeare: With Critical Remarks on the Characters of Romeo, Hamlet, Juliet, and Ophelia ; Together with Some Observations on the Writings of Sir Walter Scott. To which is Annexed, A Letter to Lord -----, Containing a Critique on Taste, Judgment, and Rhetorical Expression, and Remarks on the Leading Actors of the Day ...J. Bigg, 1826 - 206 psl. |
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... present , will necessarily agree in thinking , that my admiration is some- what too warm , and my eulogy too high . To such readers , I own I should feel but little plea- sure in addressing myself . I blame them not , however . Business ...
... present , will necessarily agree in thinking , that my admiration is some- what too warm , and my eulogy too high . To such readers , I own I should feel but little plea- sure in addressing myself . I blame them not , however . Business ...
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... present . If any should find fault with it , who do not exactly belong to this class , their censure , I should imagine , would be unfair . Like the laws of my country , I claim a right to be tried by my peers , 2 ESSAY ON SHAKESPEARE .
... present . If any should find fault with it , who do not exactly belong to this class , their censure , I should imagine , would be unfair . Like the laws of my country , I claim a right to be tried by my peers , 2 ESSAY ON SHAKESPEARE .
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... present popularity , he was obliged in some mea- sure to conform to that lowness , obscenity , and impure witticism , which were the prevalent taste of the times . I am conscious he was not indecent through choice ; for a great mind ...
... present popularity , he was obliged in some mea- sure to conform to that lowness , obscenity , and impure witticism , which were the prevalent taste of the times . I am conscious he was not indecent through choice ; for a great mind ...
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... present my imperfect lines , and to such would I ask of them to excuse whatever faults may be found in it . My intention has been to try and amuse the leisure hour of the critic , and to add a mite of praise to the immortal honours of ...
... present my imperfect lines , and to such would I ask of them to excuse whatever faults may be found in it . My intention has been to try and amuse the leisure hour of the critic , and to add a mite of praise to the immortal honours of ...
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... from me remarks on the principal performers , who at present oc- cupy the London stage . I own , my Lord , that you could scarcely have given me a more difficult thing to do ; and when I recollect the weak A LETTER ...
... from me remarks on the principal performers , who at present oc- cupy the London stage . I own , my Lord , that you could scarcely have given me a more difficult thing to do ; and when I recollect the weak A LETTER ...
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14 psl. - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
60 psl. - The observed of all observers, quite, quite down! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That sucked the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh ; That unmatched form and feature of blown youth Blasted with ecstasy.
140 psl. - ... twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure. Now this overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the censure of which one must in your allowance o'erweigh a whole theatre of others.
140 psl. - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
12 psl. - What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself.
15 psl. - I should have been more strange, I must confess, But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, My true love's passion: therefore pardon me, And not impute this yielding to light love, Which the dark night hath so discovered.
15 psl. - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
21 psl. - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
39 psl. - With this regard, their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action. — Soft you, now ! The fair Ophelia : — Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remembered.
15 psl. - O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.