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Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 3 (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.) 114 0 Browse Search
James Russell Lowell, Among my books 80 0 Browse Search
Harper's Encyclopedia of United States History (ed. Benson Lossing) 50 0 Browse Search
George Ticknor, Life, letters and journals of George Ticknor (ed. George Hillard) 46 0 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Carlyle's laugh and other surprises 38 0 Browse Search
Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 2 (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.) 32 0 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Henry Walcott Boynton, Reader's History of American Literature 30 0 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Atlantic Essays 28 0 Browse Search
Frank Preston Stearns, Cambridge Sketches 28 0 Browse Search
Knight's Mechanical Encyclopedia (ed. Knight) 20 0 Browse Search
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The Daily Dispatch: July 2, 1863., [Electronic resource], Death of the Sensualist. (search)
taper; and for the song of the viol, there are the meanings of death. The class is well embodied in Falstaff, in his life, also in his death. No death in Shakespeare is more sadly impressive to me than that of Falstaff. In other deaths there is the sweetness of innocence, or the force of passion. Desdemona expires in her gded and easily deceived, would not quit even a worthless man in his helpless hour, nor speak severely of him when that hour was ended. Here is the greatness of Shakespeare; he never forgets our nature, and in the most unpromising circumstances he compels us to feel its sacredness. The last hours of Falstaff he enshrouds in the diof green fields. How now, Sir John, quoth I; what, man, be of good cheer. So a cried out God, God, God! three or four time — then all was cold." Thus, as Shakespeare pictures, a man of pleasure died. Even upon him nature again exerts his away; the primitive delights of childhood revisit his final dreaming, and he plays with