Canadian Magazine of Politics, Science, Art & Literature, Volumen62H. C. Maclean Publications, 1924 |
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Página 30 - The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give.
Página 35 - Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time!
Página 31 - What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones, The labour of an age in piled stones, Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of Fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Página 30 - Reader THIS Figure, that thou here seest put, It was for gentle Shakespeare cut; Wherein the Graver had a strife With Nature, to out-doo the life: O, could he but have drawne his wit As well in brasse, as he hath hit His face; the Print would then surpasse All, that was ever writ in brasse. But, since he cannot, Reader, looke Not on his Picture, but his Booke.
Página 30 - To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name, Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess thy writings to be such As neither man nor Muse can praise too much.
Página 150 - Others may sing of the wine and the wealth and the mirth, The portly presence of potentates goodly in girth; — Mine be the dirt and the dross, the dust and scum of the earth ! Theirs be the music, the colour, the glory, the gold ; Mine be a handful of ashes, a mouthful of mould.
Página 35 - To whom all Scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time ! And all the Muses still were in their prime When like Apollo he came forth to warm Our ears or like a Mercury to charm...
Página 31 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued book Those Delphic lines with deep impression took, Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble with too much conceiving, And so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
Página 28 - His mind and hand went together ; and what he thought, he uttered with that easiness, that we have scarce received from him a blot in his papers.
Página 30 - TO THE MEMORY OF THE DECEASED AUTHOR, MASTER WILLIAM SHAKSPERE. Shakspere, at length thy pious fellows give The world thy works ; thy works, by which outlive Thy tomb, thy name must ; when that stone is rent, And time dissolves thy Stratford monument, Here we alive shall view thee still...