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This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 106 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.2in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1784 Excerpt: . . . Almighty made: Our neighbours stage-art too bare faed betrays; Tis great, Corneiile at evry fcene we praife: On Natures furer aid Britannia calls; 300 None think of Shakefpeare till the curtain falls; Then, with a sigh, returns our audience home, From Venice, Egypt, Persia, Greece, or Rome. France yields not to the glory of our lines, But manly conduct of our strong defigns. 30c That oft they think more justly we must own, Not ancient Greece a truer fenfe has fhown: Greece thought but justly, they think justly too; We fometimes err, by striving more to do. So well are Racines meanest perfons taught, 310 But change a fentiment you make a fault: Nor dare we charge them with the want of flame: When we boast more we own ourfelves to blame. And yet in Shakefpeare fomething still I sind That makes me lefs esteem all humankind; 31 e He made one nature, and another sound: Both in one page with masterstrokes abound: His witches, sairies, and enchanted ifle, Bids us no longer at our nurses smile. Os lost historians we almost complain, 339 Nor think it the creation os his brain. Who lives when his Othellos in a trance With his great Talbot, too, he conquerd France. Long may we hope brave Talbots blood will run In great descendents; Shakespeare has but one; 315 And him, my Lord, permit me not to name, But in kind silence spare his rivals shame: --Yet I in vain that author would suppress; What cannt be greater cannot be made less: Each reader will deseat my sruitless aim, 339 And to himsels great Agamemnon name. smile, Should Shakespeare rise, unblessd with Talbots Evn Shakespeares sels would curse this barren ifle; But is that reigning star propitious shine, And kindly mix his gentle rays with thine, 335 Evn I, by sar the meanest os your age, Shall not . . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN.

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1784 Excerpt: ...Almighty made: Our neighbour's stage-art too bare fae'd betrays; Tis great, Corneiile at ev'ry fcene we praife: On Nature's furer aid Britannia calls; 300 None think of Shakefpeare till the curtain falls; Then, with a sigh, returns our audience home, From Venice, Egypt, Persia, Greece, or Rome. France yields not to the glory of our lines, But manly conduct of our strong defigns. 30c That oft' they think more justly we must own, Not ancient Greece a truer fenfe has fhown: Greece thought but justly, they think justly too; We fometimes err, by striving more to do. So well are Racine's meanest perfons taught, 310 But change a fentiment you make a fault: Nor dare we charge them with the want of flame: When we boast more we own ourfelves to blame. And yet in Shakefpeare fomething still I sind That makes me lefs esteem all humankind; 31 e He made one nature, and another sound: Both in one page with masterstrokes abound: His witches, sairies, and enchanted ifle, Bids us no longer at our nurses smile. Os lost historians we almost complain, 339 Nor think it the creation os his brain. Who lives when his Othello's in a trance? With his great Talbot, too, he conquer'd France. Long may we hope brave Talbot's blood will run In great descendents; Shakespeare has but one; 315 And him, my Lord, permit me not to name, But in kind silence spare his rival's shame:--Yet I in vain that author would suppress; What cann't be greater cannot be made less: Each reader will deseat my sruitless aim, 339 And to himsels great Agamemnon name. smile, Should Shakespeare rise, unbless'd with Talbot's Ev'n Shakespeare's sels would curse this barren ifle; But is that reigning star propitious shine, And kindly mix his gentle rays with thine, 335 Ev'n I, by sar the meanest os your age, Shall not ... Paperback, Label: RareBooksClub.com, RareBooksClub.com, Produktgruppe: Book, Publiziert: 2012-05-09, Studio: RareBooksClub.com.

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Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1784 Excerpt: .Almighty made: Our neighbour s stage-art too bare fae d betrays; Tis great, Corneiile at ev ry fcene we praife: On Nature s furer aid Britannia calls; 300 None think of Shakefpeare till the curtain falls; Then, with a sigh, returns our audience home, From Venice, Egypt, Persia, Greece, or Rome. France yields not to the glory of our lines, But manly conduct of our strong defigns. 30c That oft they think more justly we must own, Not ancient Greece a truer fenfe has fhown: Greece thought but justly, they think justly too; We fometimes err, by striving more to do. So well are Racine s meanest perfons taught, 310 But change a fentiment you make a fault: Nor dare we charge them with the want of flame: When we boast more we own ourfelves to blame. And yet in Shakefpeare fomething still I sind That makes me lefs esteem all humankind; 31 e He made one nature, and another sound: Both in one page with masterstrokes abound: His witches, sairies, and enchanted ifle, Bids us no longer at our nurses smile. Os lost historians we almost complain, 339 Nor think it the creation os his brain. Who lives when his Othello s in a trance? With his great Talbot, too, he conquer d France. Long may we hope brave Talbot s blood will run In great descendents; Shakespeare has but one; 315 And him, my Lord, permit me not to name, But in kind silence spare his rival s shame: --Yet I in vain that author would suppress; What cann t be greater cannot be made less: Each reader will deseat my sruitless aim, 339 And to himsels great Agamemnon name. smile, Should Shakespeare rise, unbless d with Talbot s Ev n Shakespeare s sels would curse this barren ifle; But is that reigning star propitious shine, And kindly mix his gentle rays with thine, 335 Ev n I, by sar the meanest os your age, Shall not .

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Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1784 Excerpt: .Almighty made: Our neighbour s stage-art too bare fae d betrays; Tis great, Corneiile at ev ry fcene we praife: On Nature s furer aid Britannia calls; 300 None think of Shakefpeare till the curtain falls; Then, with a sigh, returns our audience home, From Venice, Egypt, Persia, Greece, or Rome. France yields not to the glory of our lines, But manly conduct of our strong defigns. 30c That oft they think more justly we must own, Not ancient Greece a truer fenfe has fhown: Greece thought but justly, they think justly too; We fometimes err, by striving more to do. So well are Racine s meanest perfons taught, 310 But change a fentiment you make a fault: Nor dare we charge them with the want of flame: When we boast more we own ourfelves to blame. And yet in Shakefpeare fomething still I sind That makes me lefs esteem all humankind; 31 e He made one nature, and another sound: Both in one page with masterstrokes abound: His witches, sairies, and enchanted ifle, Bids us no longer at our nurses smile. Os lost historians we almost complain, 339 Nor think it the creation os his brain. Who lives when his Othello s in a trance? With his great Talbot, too, he conquer d France. Long may we hope brave Talbot s blood will run In great descendents; Shakespeare has but one; 315 And him, my Lord, permit me not to name, But in kind silence spare his rival s shame: --Yet I in vain that author would suppress; What cann t be greater cannot be made less: Each reader will deseat my sruitless aim, 339 And to himsels great Agamemnon name. smile, Should Shakespeare rise, unbless d with Talbot s Ev n Shakespeare s sels would curse this barren ifle; But is that reigning star propitious shine, And kindly mix his gentle rays with thine, 335 Ev n I, by sar the meanest os your age, Shall not .

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This item is printed on demand. Paperback. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1784 Excerpt: . . . Almighty made: Our neighbours stage-art too bare faed betrays; Tis great, Corneiile at evry fcene we praife: On Natures furer aid Britannia calls; 300 None think of Shakefpeare till the curtain falls; Then, with a sigh, returns our audience home, From Venice, Egypt, Persia, Greece, or Rome. France yields not to the glory of our lines, But manly conduct of our strong defigns. 30c That oft they think more justly we must own, Not ancient Greece a truer fenfe has fhown: Greece thought but justly, they think justly too; We fometimes err, by striving more to do. So well are Racines meanest perfons taught, 310 But change a fentiment you make a fault: Nor dare we charge them with the want of flame: When we boast more we own ourfelves to blame. And yet in Shakefpeare fomething still I sind That makes me lefs esteem all humankind; 31 e He made one nature, and another sound: Both in one page with masterstrokes abound: His witches, sairies, and enchanted ifle, Bids us no longer at our nurses smile. Os lost historians we almost complain, 339 Nor think it the creation os his brain. Who lives when his Othellos in a trance With his great Talbot, too, he conquerd France. Long may we hope brave Talbots blood will run In great descendents; Shakespeare has but one; 315 And him, my Lord, permit me not to name, But in kind silence spare his rivals shame: --Yet I in vain that author would suppress; What cannt be greater cannot be made less: Each reader will deseat my sruitless aim, 339 And to himsels great Agamemnon name. smile, Should Shakespeare rise, unblessd with Talbots Evn Shakespeares sels would curse this barren ifle; But is that reigning star propitious shine, And kindly mix his gentle rays with thine, 335 Evn I, by sar the meanest os your age, Shall not . . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN.