. The literature of all nations and all ages; history, character, and incident . ased not her,lyike his dear name— I^eander, still my choice !Come nought but my Leander: O my voice,Turn to lycander; henceforth be all sounds,Accents and phrases, that show all griefs wounds,Annalized in I^eander. O black change !Trumpets, do you, with thunder of your out this changes horror; my voice all joy was, now shriek out all complaints. Thus cried she, for her vexed soul could tellHer love was dead. And when the morning fellProstrate upon the weeping earth for woe,Blushes that ble
. The literature of all nations and all ages; history, character, and incident . ased not her,lyike his dear name— I^eander, still my choice !Come nought but my Leander: O my voice,Turn to lycander; henceforth be all sounds,Accents and phrases, that show all griefs wounds,Annalized in I^eander. O black change !Trumpets, do you, with thunder of your out this changes horror; my voice all joy was, now shriek out all complaints. Thus cried she, for her vexed soul could tellHer love was dead. And when the morning fellProstrate upon the weeping earth for woe,Blushes that bled out of her cheeks, did showLeander brought by Neptune bruised and cities ruins he to rocks had filthy usuring rocks that would have blood,Though they could get of him no other saw him and the sight was much, much might have served to kill her, should her storeOf giant sorrow speak, burst, die, bleed,And leave poor plaints to us that shall fell on her loves bosom, hugged it with I^eanders name she breathed her Books innumerable havedone homage to Shake-speares genius, great libra-ries in various languageshave grown in the process1^ of revealing his masteryover thought and expres-sion, sounding his depth and measuring his height as thesupreme poet of all time, and yet, after all, he dwells remoteas a star. His radiance we see and feel, his omniscience inthe realm of human nature declares itself, but the author ofthose world-embracing, world-revealing works remains imper-sonal, known by that face serenely noble, but hardly othersure signs of common mortality; an intangible embodimentof all the forces and graces possible to prose and poetry. William Shakespeare was born at Stratford-on-Avon,Warwickshire, on St. Georges day, April 23d, 1564. Hisfather a well-to-do trader in that market town, rose throughvarious honorary offices to be its high-bailiff, or mayor. Hewas able to give William, the first-born of eight ch
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