The British essayists, with prefaces by A. Chalmers, Volums 21-22 |
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Pàgina 35
... Euripides : -We are such stuff As dreams are made of ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep ! - - Thus admirably is an uniformity of character , that leading beauty in dramatic poesy , preserved throughout the Tempest . And it ...
... Euripides : -We are such stuff As dreams are made of ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep ! - - Thus admirably is an uniformity of character , that leading beauty in dramatic poesy , preserved throughout the Tempest . And it ...
Pàgina 78
... Euripides , ' says Quintilian , and nearly imitated the manner of this tragic writer , though in a different kind of work . He is a complete pattern of oratorial excellence ; ità omnem vitæ imaginem ex- pressit , tanta in eo inveniendi ...
... Euripides , ' says Quintilian , and nearly imitated the manner of this tragic writer , though in a different kind of work . He is a complete pattern of oratorial excellence ; ità omnem vitæ imaginem ex- pressit , tanta in eo inveniendi ...
Pàgina 125
... and progress of the distraction of Lear ; in which , I think , he has succeeded better than any other writer ; even than Euripides himself , whom fectual , I took my leave , and determined that M 3 NO . 113 . 125 ADVENTURER .
... and progress of the distraction of Lear ; in which , I think , he has succeeded better than any other writer ; even than Euripides himself , whom fectual , I took my leave , and determined that M 3 NO . 113 . 125 ADVENTURER .
Pàgina 217
... Euripides . The first is an author so uncommon and eccentric , that we can scarcely try him by dramatic rules . In strokes of nature and character , he yields not to the Greeks : in all other circumstances that constitute the excel ...
... Euripides . The first is an author so uncommon and eccentric , that we can scarcely try him by dramatic rules . In strokes of nature and character , he yields not to the Greeks : in all other circumstances that constitute the excel ...
Pàgina 250
... Euripides . It is , however , certain , that he abounds in artful allusions to the state of Athens at the time when he wrote ; and perhaps he is more valuable , considered as a political satirist , than a writer of comedy . Plautus has ...
... Euripides . It is , however , certain , that he abounds in artful allusions to the state of Athens at the time when he wrote ; and perhaps he is more valuable , considered as a political satirist , than a writer of comedy . Plautus has ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 25 - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.
Pàgina 7 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Pàgina 129 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated; thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
Pàgina 26 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Pàgina 168 - No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
Pàgina 115 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger, And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks! No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both That all the world shall...
Pàgina 127 - Thou'dst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the mind's free The body's delicate; the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else Save what beats there. Filial ingratitude! Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand For lifting food to 't?
Pàgina 167 - Mine enemy's dog, Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Against my fire ; and wast thou fain, poor father, To hovel thee with swine, and rogues forlorn, In short and musty straw? Alack, alack!
Pàgina 52 - In the midst of the street of it and on either side of the river, was there the tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month ; and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.
Pàgina 7 - em That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender. Prospero. Dost thou think so, spirit? Ariel. Mine would, sir, were I human. Prospero. And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?