Ninon de lenclos biography of william shakespeare
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The Comedy of A Midsummer Night's DreamWilliam Shakespeare - 1600 - 98 pages...the watery moon ; And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little...purple with love's wound, — And maidens call it love-in-idleness. Fetch me that flower : the herb I shcw'd thee once ; The juice of it on sleeping... Full view - About this book |
Midsummer night's dream ; Merchant of Venice ; As you like it ; Taming of ...William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe - 1709 - 560 pages...Maiden-Meditation, fancy-free. Yet mark'd I where the Bolt of Cupid fell, It fell upon a little weftern Flower; Before, milk-white, now purple with Love's Wound, And Maidens call it, Love in Idlenefs. Fetch me that Flower ; the Herb I ftiew'd thee once, The Juice of it, on flecping Eye-lids... Full view - About this book |
The Works of Shakespeare in Seven Volumes, Volum• To Cleopatra, the lodestar, the temptress, the predestined mate of Antony, we now turn: and perhaps even Shakespeare has no more marvellous creation than she, or one in which the natur that inspires and the genius that reveals, are so fused in the ideal truth. Campbell says: “He paints her as if the gipsy herself had cast her spell over him, and given her own witchcraft to his pencil.” The witchcraft everybody feels. It is almost impossible to look at her steadily, or keep one's head to estimate her aright. She is the incarnate poetry of life without duty, glorified bygd beauty and grace; of impulse without principle, ennobled by culture and intellect. But however it may be with the reader, Shakespeare does not lose his head. He is not the adept mesmerised, the sorcerer ensorcelled. Such avatars as the Egyptian Queen have often been described by other poets, but generally from the point of view either of the servile devotee or of the unsympathetic censor. Here the artist is a man, e |