Characters of Shakespeare's PlaysWiley and Putnam, 1845 - 229 pàgines |
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Pàgina 5
... given subject , truth has at last been hit upon , and long - established error exploded ; yet this does not apply to cases of individual power and knowledge , to a million of things besides , in which we are still to seek as much as ...
... given subject , truth has at last been hit upon , and long - established error exploded ; yet this does not apply to cases of individual power and knowledge , to a million of things besides , in which we are still to seek as much as ...
Pàgina 20
... given an admirable description of a mad - house in one of his plays . But it might be perhaps objected , that it was only a lite- ral account taken from Bedlam at that time : and it might be an- swered , that the old poets took the same ...
... given an admirable description of a mad - house in one of his plays . But it might be perhaps objected , that it was only a lite- ral account taken from Bedlam at that time : and it might be an- swered , that the old poets took the same ...
Pàgina 32
... given to Apelles , would not disgrace the mouth of the prince of painters : " Cupid and my Campaspe play'd At cards for kisses , Cupid paid ; He stakes his quiver , bow , and arrows : His mother's doves and team of sparrows ; Loses them ...
... given to Apelles , would not disgrace the mouth of the prince of painters : " Cupid and my Campaspe play'd At cards for kisses , Cupid paid ; He stakes his quiver , bow , and arrows : His mother's doves and team of sparrows ; Loses them ...
Pàgina 40
... given . " " " I know he is not dead ; I know proud death Durst not behold such sacred majesty . " " Hang both your greedy ears upon my lips , Let them devour my speech , suck in my breath . " * " From discontent grows treason , And on ...
... given . " " " I know he is not dead ; I know proud death Durst not behold such sacred majesty . " " Hang both your greedy ears upon my lips , Let them devour my speech , suck in my breath . " * " From discontent grows treason , And on ...
Pàgina 42
... given the idea of one of Shylock's speeches , where he ironically disclaims any enmity to the merchants on the same account . It is per- haps hardly fair to compare the Jew of Malta with the Merchant of Venice ; for it is evident that ...
... given the idea of one of Shylock's speeches , where he ironically disclaims any enmity to the merchants on the same account . It is per- haps hardly fair to compare the Jew of Malta with the Merchant of Venice ; for it is evident that ...
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Pàgina 24 - Would he were fatter. — But I fear him not. Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men.
Pàgina 144 - Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Pàgina 114 - Indian mount, or fairy elves, Whose midnight revels, by a forest side, Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Pàgina 68 - A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants. EROS. Ay, my lord. ANTONY. That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns; and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.
Pàgina 105 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon and the stars : as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on : an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star...
Pàgina 163 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Pàgina 210 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
Pàgina 34 - Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolve me of all ambiguities, Perform what desperate enterprise I will? I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates...
Pàgina 159 - Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant...
Pàgina 101 - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.