Lectures on English History and Tragic Poetry, as Illustrated by ShakespeareParry & McMillan, 1856 - 466 pages |
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... blood spilt on Bosworth Field ? * Why is this , except that the latter period is seen in the light that is shed upon it by the imagination of Shakspeare ? How the dramatic poet has so wrought upon those times as to inspire a life into ...
... blood spilt on Bosworth Field ? * Why is this , except that the latter period is seen in the light that is shed upon it by the imagination of Shakspeare ? How the dramatic poet has so wrought upon those times as to inspire a life into ...
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... blood ; deprived of that , it languishes and dies . If the legendary lore of the olden time appear to the severe judgment of later days to be puerile or fantastic , let it be remembered that it shows the aspiring spirit of the people ...
... blood ; deprived of that , it languishes and dies . If the legendary lore of the olden time appear to the severe judgment of later days to be puerile or fantastic , let it be remembered that it shows the aspiring spirit of the people ...
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... blood are torn asunder by the inhuman daughters , the whole state of society is convulsed , and the realm is rent by crime and anarchy . The Poet knew , that it was only in an early social condition , and a simple patriarchal form of ...
... blood are torn asunder by the inhuman daughters , the whole state of society is convulsed , and the realm is rent by crime and anarchy . The Poet knew , that it was only in an early social condition , and a simple patriarchal form of ...
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... blood ; and it is in this ineffectual war , that early romance has placed the fabled exploits of Arthur and his peers , and the conjurations and sorcery of Merlin . The ruins of that gigantic and mysterious structure , Stonehenge ...
... blood ; and it is in this ineffectual war , that early romance has placed the fabled exploits of Arthur and his peers , and the conjurations and sorcery of Merlin . The ruins of that gigantic and mysterious structure , Stonehenge ...
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... blood , he was told that the ships of the Normans had set sail from the ports of France , and were approaching the shores of England . What race of men was this that Normandy was sending forth on this voyage of conquest ? The Normans ...
... blood , he was told that the ships of the Normans had set sail from the ports of France , and were approaching the shores of England . What race of men was this that Normandy was sending forth on this voyage of conquest ? The Normans ...
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Page 304 - Love had he found in huts where poor men lie, His daily teachers had been woods and rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
Page 456 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Page 389 - Shine not in vain ; nor think, though men were none, That heaven would want spectators, God want praise : Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep : All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night. How often from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each to other's note, Singing their great Creator...
Page 140 - And, father Cardinal, I have heard you say That we shall see and know our friends in heaven; If that be true, I shall see my boy again; For since the birth of Cain, the first male child, To him that did but yesterday suspire, There was not such a gracious creature born.
Page 306 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school : and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used, and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, 40 thou hast built a paper-mill.
Page 460 - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul — Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! — It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Page 326 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Page 141 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Page 333 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee: Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's...
Page 176 - And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings...