One Touch of Shakespeare: Letters of Joseph Crosby to Joseph Parker Norris, 1875-1878Associated University Presses, 1986 - 359 oldal A collection of excerpts from 251 letters written by a shy widower and grocer in Zanesville. Ohio, who, in his time, was one of three Americans who could be called learned and eminent Shakespeareans. They are concerned with book collection, stage production, stage history, the state of the English language in Shakespeare's time, criticism, and interpretation of the text. |
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22. oldal
... say the one might . interesting . still R moment . It is a multum un shows that it has been " Nocturna veronta I Con any ... says ; it will amuse , you hugely I am very fortunate in ny stock of Dictionaries . My library boosts of all the ...
... say the one might . interesting . still R moment . It is a multum un shows that it has been " Nocturna veronta I Con any ... says ; it will amuse , you hugely I am very fortunate in ny stock of Dictionaries . My library boosts of all the ...
27. oldal
... say of " leading images " sixty years later . 56 Sometimes in attacking the critical excesses of his time Crosby unwit- tingly says something to us as well . He insisted , for instance , that scholar- ship must be prior to aesthetic ...
... say of " leading images " sixty years later . 56 Sometimes in attacking the critical excesses of his time Crosby unwit- tingly says something to us as well . He insisted , for instance , that scholar- ship must be prior to aesthetic ...
32. oldal
... says that " our ' chaste commentators ' " ought to be forced into frankness — or silenced — about the meaning of Shakespeare's bawdy . 53. Some of Crosby's shrewdest interpretations ( e.g. , the " wappened widow " in Timon and the ...
... says that " our ' chaste commentators ' " ought to be forced into frankness — or silenced — about the meaning of Shakespeare's bawdy . 53. Some of Crosby's shrewdest interpretations ( e.g. , the " wappened widow " in Timon and the ...
37. oldal
... say , he is certainly no Shakespearian , as even the few pages in the " Penn Monthly " very plainly show . His work ( " A. I. E " ) in the " Notes on the Tempest , " I long ago noticed , is , as Hamlet says , " Words , Words , Words ...
... say , he is certainly no Shakespearian , as even the few pages in the " Penn Monthly " very plainly show . His work ( " A. I. E " ) in the " Notes on the Tempest , " I long ago noticed , is , as Hamlet says , " Words , Words , Words ...
38. oldal
... say you found it " dry reading , " but " persevered to the end , " as though you were performing some laborious duty ... says : " Thanks to you , and one other friend , in England , I have been induced to revise & enlarge my " Still Lion ...
... say you found it " dry reading , " but " persevered to the end , " as though you were performing some laborious duty ... says : " Thanks to you , and one other friend , in England , I have been induced to revise & enlarge my " Still Lion ...
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115. oldal - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
222. oldal - You would have thought the very windows spake, So many greedy looks of young and old Through casements darted their desiring eyes Upon his visage ; and that all the walls With painted imagery had said at once, — " Jesu preserve thee ! welcome, Bolingbroke ! " Whilst he, from one side to the other turning, Bare-headed, lower than his proud steed's neck, Bespake them thus, — " I thank you, countrymen :" And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along.
107. oldal - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...
141. oldal - I cannot reconcile my heart to Bertram — a man noble without generosity, and young without truth ; who marries Helen as a coward, and leaves her as a profligate ; when she is dead by his unkindness, sneaks home to a second marriage, is accused by a woman he has wronged, defends himself by falsehood, and is dismissed to happiness.
222. oldal - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As, in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard; no man cried, God save him...
222. oldal - God save him!' No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
200. oldal - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse, steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands : But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed, Oth.