Shakespeare the Boy: With Sketches of the Home and School Life, the Games and Sports, the Manners, Customs and Folk-lore of the TimeChatto & Windus, 1896 - 256 pages |
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Shakespeare the Boy: With Sketches of the Home and School Life, the Games ... William James Rolfe Affichage du livre entier - 1897 |
Shakespeare the Boy: With Sketches of the Home and School Life, the Games ... William James Rolfe Affichage du livre entier - 1896 |
Shakespeare the Boy: With Sketches of the Home and School Life, the Games ... William James Rolfe Affichage du livre entier - 1896 |
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16th century afterwards alluded allusions ancient Ascham Avon ballad bear bear-baiting beautiful Bishop Bishop of Worcester born boyhood Cæsar called castle child church Clopton common Compare Coventry dancing died doth doubtless dramatist Drayton Earl early Elizabeth England English Evans fair fairy father feast festival garden Grammar School Hamlet hath hawk Henry IV Henry VI Henry VIII horse John John Shakespeare Julius Cæsar Kenilworth King lady later Latin learned London Lord Love's Labour's Lost Macbeth master mentioned Merry Wives Midsummer Midsummer-Night's Dream morris-dance neighboring parish passage pastime play poet poor popular Queen refers Richard Richard III Romeo rural Saint George says scholar Shakespeare Shakespeare's day sheep-shearing shillings Shrew singing Sir Hugh sometimes sport story Stratford tells thee thou tion town Twelfth Night villeins Warwick Warwickshire William Winter's Tale Wives of Windsor word writing wrote young
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Page 6 - This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve By his loved mansionry that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed The air is delicate.
Page 140 - My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded ; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'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, In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly : Judge when you hear.
Page 134 - Claudio; and I quake, Lest thou a feverous life shouldst entertain, And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Page 72 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength, And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Page 206 - Five hundred poor I have in yearly pay, Who twice a day their wither'd hands hold up Toward heaven, to pardon blood ; and I have built Two chantries, where the sad and solemn priests Sing still for Richard's soul.
Page 127 - I cannot tell, what you and other men Think of this life; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of such a thing as I m,yself. I was born free as...
Page 80 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Page 72 - Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, You do their work, and they shall have good luck : Are not you he ? Puck.
Page 212 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites...
Page 24 - There is a willow grows aslant 'a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream ; There with fantastic garlands did she come Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them...