Characters of Shakespeare's PlaysWells and Lilly, 1818 - 352 стор. |
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... " his answer conveys at once a tacit reproof of her hypocrisy , and a useful lesson of hu- manity- " Your Highness Shall from this practice but make hard your heart . " MACBETH . " The poet's eye in a fine frenzy 36 CYMBELINE .
... " his answer conveys at once a tacit reproof of her hypocrisy , and a useful lesson of hu- manity- " Your Highness Shall from this practice but make hard your heart . " MACBETH . " The poet's eye in a fine frenzy 36 CYMBELINE .
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... once seizes on the opportunity that offers for the accomplishment of all their wished for greatness , and never flinches from her object till all is over . The magnitude of her resolution almost covers the magnitude of her guilt . She ...
... once seizes on the opportunity that offers for the accomplishment of all their wished for greatness , and never flinches from her object till all is over . The magnitude of her resolution almost covers the magnitude of her guilt . She ...
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... and rather pedantick speeches , and does nothing . deed , he has nothing to do . So far , the fault of the character might be the fault of the plot . In- The spirit with which the poet has entered at once Julius Cæsar.
... and rather pedantick speeches , and does nothing . deed , he has nothing to do . So far , the fault of the character might be the fault of the plot . In- The spirit with which the poet has entered at once Julius Cæsar.
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William Hazlitt. The spirit with which the poet has entered at once into the manners of the common people , and the jealousies and heart - burnings of the different factions , is shewn in the first scene , when Flavius and Marullus ...
William Hazlitt. The spirit with which the poet has entered at once into the manners of the common people , and the jealousies and heart - burnings of the different factions , is shewn in the first scene , when Flavius and Marullus ...
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... once upon a raw and gusty day , " are among the finest strokes in it . But perhaps the whole is not equal to the short scene which follows when Cæsar enters with his train . 66 " Brutus . The games are done , and Cæsar is returning ...
... once upon a raw and gusty day , " are among the finest strokes in it . But perhaps the whole is not equal to the short scene which follows when Cæsar enters with his train . 66 " Brutus . The games are done , and Cæsar is returning ...
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Сторінка 177 - This royal throne of kings, this scept'red isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea...
Сторінка 127 - And ye, that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites...
Сторінка 52 - That Tiber trembled underneath her banks To hear the replication of your sounds Made in her concave shores ? And do you now put on your best attire, And do you now cull out a holiday, And do you now strew flowers in his way That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Begone ! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Сторінка 251 - I am a Jew: hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by' the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is?
Сторінка 254 - Let me play the fool : With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come, And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
Сторінка 295 - Thou art by no means valiant; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm : Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more, Thou art not thyself...
Сторінка 318 - When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate. Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope.
Сторінка 169 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses,- and who wins ; who's in, who's out ; And take...
Сторінка 170 - Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Сторінка 154 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars...