A Philosophical Analysis and Illustration of Some of Shakespeare's Remarkable CharactersJ. Murray, 1774 - 224 pàgines |
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... , animates our love of virtue , and confirms our hatred of vice . Moved by his ftriking pictures of the inftability of human enjoyments , we A moderate moderate the vehemence of our defires , fortify our minds INTRODUCTION. ...
... , animates our love of virtue , and confirms our hatred of vice . Moved by his ftriking pictures of the inftability of human enjoyments , we A moderate moderate the vehemence of our defires , fortify our minds INTRODUCTION. ...
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William Richardson. moderate the vehemence of our defires , fortify our minds , and are enabled to fuf- tain adverfity . Among the antient Greeks , the ftudy of the Poets conftituted an effential part in their celebrated fyftems of ...
William Richardson. moderate the vehemence of our defires , fortify our minds , and are enabled to fuf- tain adverfity . Among the antient Greeks , the ftudy of the Poets conftituted an effential part in their celebrated fyftems of ...
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... defires , but also , to purify and refine them ; to withstand the follicitations of groveling appetites , and fubdue their vio- lence For improvement in virtue confifts in duly regulating our inferior appetites , no less than in ...
... defires , but also , to purify and refine them ; to withstand the follicitations of groveling appetites , and fubdue their vio- lence For improvement in virtue confifts in duly regulating our inferior appetites , no less than in ...
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... defire or con- currence . Compaffion is never awakened but by the view of pain or of forrow . Re- fentment is never kindled but by actual fuffering , or by the view of injuftice . Will anger , jealousy , and revenge , attend the fummons ...
... defire or con- currence . Compaffion is never awakened but by the view of pain or of forrow . Re- fentment is never kindled but by actual fuffering , or by the view of injuftice . Will anger , jealousy , and revenge , attend the fummons ...
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... it bears hard against the fore- going remark . But let us reflect attentively . Fear is not the present passion in the mind of Macbeth : A tranfient defire of another kind 1 kind for a moment engages him , namely , INTRODUCTION . 31.
... it bears hard against the fore- going remark . But let us reflect attentively . Fear is not the present passion in the mind of Macbeth : A tranfient defire of another kind 1 kind for a moment engages him , namely , INTRODUCTION . 31.
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Pàgina 127 - 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?
Pàgina 124 - 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.
Pàgina 114 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Pàgina 66 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art 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?
Pàgina 159 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Pàgina 121 - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her/ What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have...
Pàgina 28 - 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...
Pàgina 129 - 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.
Pàgina 56 - 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...
Pàgina 61 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters : — To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.