A New Variorum Edition of Shakespeare: Hamlet, pt.1Lippincott, 1877 |
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... character to be separated from the context . This difference in the treatment of verbal and æsthetic criticism is observed solely with reference to the arrangement of the mass of material , not because æsthetic criticism is inferior in ...
... character to be separated from the context . This difference in the treatment of verbal and æsthetic criticism is observed solely with reference to the arrangement of the mass of material , not because æsthetic criticism is inferior in ...
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... character , Hamlet , has been assumed to be very nature , and if we fail to reach a solution of the problem it presents , the error lies in us and in our analysis ; not in SHAKESPEARE . Such have been the revelations of the wisdom and ...
... character , Hamlet , has been assumed to be very nature , and if we fail to reach a solution of the problem it presents , the error lies in us and in our analysis ; not in SHAKESPEARE . Such have been the revelations of the wisdom and ...
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... Characters , on the Duration of the Action , on Garrick's Version , and on Actors ' Interpretations ; it is greatly to be regretted that in this last department our accounts of how great actors spoke are so meagre . AS CIBBER says of ...
... Characters , on the Duration of the Action , on Garrick's Version , and on Actors ' Interpretations ; it is greatly to be regretted that in this last department our accounts of how great actors spoke are so meagre . AS CIBBER says of ...
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... character of Hamlet . It has been hardly possible to ob- serve this rule with absolute strictness . TIECK's theory in regard to Ophelia's relationship to Hamlet bears so intimately upon the cha- racter of both , and has made so deep an ...
... character of Hamlet . It has been hardly possible to ob- serve this rule with absolute strictness . TIECK's theory in regard to Ophelia's relationship to Hamlet bears so intimately upon the cha- racter of both , and has made so deep an ...
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... character was unprecedented in Germany , and can be paralleled only by Mr IRVING's recent success in London . Fine ... character , yet as a piece of criticism it filled Lord MA- CAULAY with wonder and despair , ' and still underlies most ...
... character was unprecedented in Germany , and can be paralleled only by Mr IRVING's recent success in London . Fine ... character , yet as a piece of criticism it filled Lord MA- CAULAY with wonder and despair , ' and still underlies most ...
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Сторінка 199 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Сторінка 397 - No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it; as thus: Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth...
Сторінка 126 - He took me by the wrist and held me hard ; Then goes he to the length of all his arm, And with his other hand thus o'er his brow, He falls to such perusal of my face As he would draw it.
Сторінка 44 - I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman!
Сторінка 279 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law...
Сторінка 233 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Сторінка 291 - See, what a grace was seated on this 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; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Сторінка 271 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Сторінка 25 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad ; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time. HOR. So have I heard and do in part believe it. But look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill...
Сторінка 396 - Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar...