Essays on Shakespeare's Dramatic Characters: With an Illustration of Shakespeare's Representation of National Characters, in that of FluellenSamuel Bagster, in the Strand., 1812 - 448 Seiten |
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... youths and virgins ! O declining eld ! O pale misfortune's slaves ! O ye who dwell Unknown with humble quiet ! Ye who wait In courts , and fill the golden seat of kings : O sons of sport and pleasure ! O thou wretch INTRODUCTION . 31.
... youths and virgins ! O declining eld ! O pale misfortune's slaves ! O ye who dwell Unknown with humble quiet ! Ye who wait In courts , and fill the golden seat of kings : O sons of sport and pleasure ! O thou wretch INTRODUCTION . 31.
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... thou wretch That weep'st for jealous love , and the sore wound Of conscious guilt , or death's rapacious hand , That left the void of hope ! O ye who mourn In exile ! Ye who thro ' th ' embattled field Seek bright renown ; or who for ...
... thou wretch That weep'st for jealous love , and the sore wound Of conscious guilt , or death's rapacious hand , That left the void of hope ! O ye who mourn In exile ! Ye who thro ' th ' embattled field Seek bright renown ; or who for ...
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... thou art , and Cawdor ; -and shalt be What thou art promis'd - Yet do I fear thy nature ; It is too full o'the milk of human kindness , To catch the nearest way . Thou would'st be great ; Art not without ambition ; but without The ...
... thou art , and Cawdor ; -and shalt be What thou art promis'd - Yet do I fear thy nature ; It is too full o'the milk of human kindness , To catch the nearest way . Thou would'st be great ; Art not without ambition ; but without The ...
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... thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour , As thou art in desire ? Would'st thou have that , Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life , And live a coward in thine own esteem ? Letting I dare not wait upon I would ? Macb ...
... thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour , As thou art in desire ? Would'st thou have that , Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life , And live a coward in thine own esteem ? Letting I dare not wait upon I would ? Macb ...
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... thou not , fatal vision ! sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind ; a false creation Proceeding from the heat - oppressed brain ? I see thee yet , in form as palpable As this which now I draw.- Thou ...
... thou not , fatal vision ! sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind ; a false creation Proceeding from the heat - oppressed brain ? I see thee yet , in form as palpable As this which now I draw.- Thou ...
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affection agitated agreeable Alcibiades ambition amiable amusement appear appetites arise attention become beneficence cerning character circumstances Claudius conduct consequence Cordelia delight delineation desire dexterity disappointment discernment display dispositions dramatic emotion endeavours esteem excellent excite exhibited expresses exquisite external Falstaff fancy father fear feelings flattered Fluellen give gratified guilt Hamlet hath heart Hecuba honour human nature humour Iachimo illustrated imagination imitation Imogen indignation indulgence influence ingra inhuman invention Jaques kind King King Lear Laertes Lear less Lord Macbeth mankind manner melancholy ment merit mind misanthropy moral never object observe occasion Olorus opinion pain passion persons pleasure poet poetical justice possess Prince principles proceed propriety qualities racter reflection renders representation resentment Richard scene seems sense sensibility sentiments Shakespeare shew sion Sir John Falstaff situation sorrow soul spirit suffers temper thee things thou Timon Timon of Athens tion tragedy tural uncon violent virtue
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Seite 46 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, • Against the use of nature...
Seite 109 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops...
Seite 347 - Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does.
Seite 22 - That it should come to this! But two months dead! Nay, not so much, not two. So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must 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!
Seite 59 - One cried, God bless us ! and, Amen, the other ; As they had seen me, with these hangman's hands, Listening their fear. I could not say, amen, When they did say, God bless us.
Seite 22 - gainst self-slaughter ! O God ! O God 1 How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! O fie ! 'Tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely.
Seite 51 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Seite 22 - O that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter!
Seite 111 - Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Seite 23 - Like Niobe, all tears; why she, even she, — O God ! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer, — married with my uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married.