Identifier: shakespearesengl00win (find matches)
Title: Shakespeare's England
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Winter, William, 1836-1917
Subjects: Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616
Publisher: New York, Moffat, Yard and Company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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ES ENGLAND I have a silent sorrow here, A grief Ill neer impart;It breathes no sigh, it sheds no tear, But it consumes my heart. Kean could thrill his hearers in the ferociousoutbursts of Richard the Third and Sir GilesOverreach, but it was in tenderness and griefthat he was supremely great, and no one willmarvel at that who looks upon his wonder-ful face,—so eloquent of self-conflict and suffer-ing,—even in this cold, colorless mask of death.It is easy to judge and condemn the sinsof weak, passionate humanity, but when wethink of such creatures of genius as Kean,Byron, and Burns, we ought to consider whatfoes within themselves those wretched men wereforced to fight, and by what agonies theyexpiated their vices and errors. This littletavern-room tells the whole mournful story,with death to point the moral, and pity tobreathe its sigh of unavailing regret. Many of the frequenters of the Harp, whomI met, were elderly men, whose conversationwas enriched with memories of the stage and
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EDMUND KEAN AS SIR GILES OVERREACH He knew himself a villain—but he deemed The rest no better than the thing he seemd; . . . He knew himself detested, and he knew The hearts that loathed him crouched and dreaded too. BYRON. EDMUND KEAN 135 with knowledge and taste in literature andart. They, naturally, spoke with pride ofKeans association with their favorite resort.In that room the eccentric genius had put him-self in pawn, to exact from the manager ofDrury Lane Theatre the money needed torelieve the wants of a brother actor. Often hisvoice had been heard there, in the songs that hesang with so much feeling and such homelyyet beautiful skill. In the circles of the learnedand courtly, Kean was never at home: LordBroughton, who met him, at dinner, at Hol-land House, records that he ate most perti-naciously with his knife, and was a little toofrequent with ladyships and lordships: butat the Harp he filled the throne and ruled thekingdom of the revel, and there, no doubt,every mood of h

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