An Inquiry Into the Authenticity of Various Pictures and Prints: Which, from the Decease of the Poet to Our Own Times, Have Been Offered to the Public as Portraits of Shakspeare: Containing a Careful Examination of the Evidence on which They Claim to be Received; by which the Pretended Portraits Have Been Rejected, the Genuine Confirmed and Established, Illustrated by Accurate and Finished Engravings, by the Ablest Artists, from Such Originals as Were of Indisputable Authority, Band 10
R. Triphook, 1824 - 206 Seiten
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Seite 201 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Seite 48 - Shakespeare, thy gift, I place before my sight ; With awe, I ask his blessing ere I write ; With reverence look on his majestic face; Proud to be less, but of his godlike race.
Seite 162 - Nor thou persist, I pray thee, still to slight The sacred Nine, and to imagine vain And useless powers, by whom inspired, thyself Art skilful to associate verse with airs Harmonious, and to give the human voice A thousand modulations, heir by right Indisputable of Arion's fame.
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Seite 84 - The fire having continued all this night (if I may call that night which was light as day for ten miles round about, after a dreadful manner), when conspiring with a fierce eastern wind in a very...
Seite 85 - I know not by what despondency or fate, they hardly stirred to quench it, so that there was nothing heard or seen but crying out and lamentation, running about like distracted creatures, without at all attempting to save even their goods ; such a strange consternation there was upon them...