Miscellaneous Writings of the Late Dr. Maginn: Shakespeare papers. v. 4. Homeric ballads and translations, and comedies of LucianRedfield, 1856 |
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... eye , and ready to leap from his tongue . The king saw his danger : had he allowed a word , he was un- done . Hastily , therefore , does he check that word : - " Reply not to me with a fool - born jest ; " forbidding , by an act of ...
... eye , and ready to leap from his tongue . The king saw his danger : had he allowed a word , he was un- done . Hastily , therefore , does he check that word : - " Reply not to me with a fool - born jest ; " forbidding , by an act of ...
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... eyes are found to be nothing but mist and mirage ? What re- mains for them but to die ? —And so they do . With such feelings , what can Falstaff , after having gone through a life of adventure , care about the repute of courage or ...
... eyes are found to be nothing but mist and mirage ? What re- mains for them but to die ? —And so they do . With such feelings , what can Falstaff , after having gone through a life of adventure , care about the repute of courage or ...
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... eye introduced into this portraiture is also wrong , if intended to represent the habitual look of the man . The chief justice assures us that his eyes were moist like those of other men of his time of life ; and , without his ...
... eye introduced into this portraiture is also wrong , if intended to represent the habitual look of the man . The chief justice assures us that his eyes were moist like those of other men of his time of life ; and , without his ...
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... eye , than all the morbid mournings of Childe Harold and his poetical progeny . At the table of Shallow , laid in his arbor , Falstaff is com- pelled by the eager hospitality of his host to sit , much against his will . The wit of the ...
... eye , than all the morbid mournings of Childe Harold and his poetical progeny . At the table of Shallow , laid in his arbor , Falstaff is com- pelled by the eager hospitality of his host to sit , much against his will . The wit of the ...
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... eye casts a sickly and unnatural hue over the gladsome meadow , or turns to a lurid light the brilliancy of the sunniest skies . Rasselas and Jaques have no secret anguish to torment them , no real cares to disturb the even current of ...
... eye casts a sickly and unnatural hue over the gladsome meadow , or turns to a lurid light the brilliancy of the sunniest skies . Rasselas and Jaques have no secret anguish to torment them , no real cares to disturb the even current of ...
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Сторінка 291 - rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod; and the delighted* spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice; To be imprisoned in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendant world" is generally considered as derived from Virgil's description of the Platonic hell:—
Сторінка 216 - day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale. Light thickens, and the crow Makes way to the rooky wood.— Good things of day begin to droop and drowse, While night's black agents to their prey do rouse. Thou
Сторінка 199 - ' I have given suck, and know how tender 'tis To love the babe that milks me." etc, " And lastly, in the moment of extremest horror, comes that unexpected** touch of feeling, so startling, yet so wonderfully true to nature:— " 'Had he not resembled my father as he slept, I had done it!
Сторінка 210 - I do fear thy nature, It is too full of the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great, Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it. What thou wonldst highly, That thou wonldst holily. Wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win.
Сторінка 49 - nor the lawyer's, which Is politic; nor the lady's, which is nice; Nor the lover's, which is all these : but it is A melancholy of mine own, compounded Of many simples, extracted from many objects, And indeed The sundry contemplation of my travels, In which my* often rumination wraps me In a most humorous
Сторінка 326 - in more eloquent and swelling language the thoughts of all his countrymen, when he made Henry predict that the names of Harry the king and his noble companions would be for ever the theme of gratulation. " And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered."*
Сторінка 195 - reality, wanted. Not merely the murder of Duncan, but of Malcolm, was already resolved on by Macbeth :— " The Prince of Cumberland ! That is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars ! hide your fires, Let not light see my black and dark desires
Сторінка 286 - mythology, should pass for being illiterate:— " ' See what a grace was seated on his brow! Hyperion's curls :* the front of Jove himself: An eye like Mars to threaten and command : A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill.'
Сторінка 194 - The dreaded word itself soon comes:— " My thought, whose MURDER yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smothered in surmise." To a mind so disposed, temptation is unnecessary. The thing was done. Duncan was marked out for murder before the
Сторінка 215 - Oh, proper stuff! This is the very painting of your fear; This is the air-drawn dagger which, ye said, Led you to Duncan: — Oh, these flaws and starts, Impostors to true fear, would well become A woman's story at a winter's fire, Authorized by her grandam— Shame itself. Why do you make such faces