Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature ? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings : My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function... The Edinburgh university calendar - Pàgina 196per Edinburgh univ - 1871Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
| William Shakespeare - 1848 - 574 pàgines
...less than horrible imaginings. My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single 3 state of man, that function Is smothered in surmise ; and nothing is, But what is not. Ban. Look, how our partner's rapt. Macb. If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me, Without... | |
| Henry Norman Hudson - 1848 - 366 pàgines
...hitherto unsuspected inscription. " The thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, f Shakes so his single state of man, that function Is smothered in surmise ; and nothing is, 1 But what is not" Like others, he knows not, suspects not, the innate and essential evil of his heart... | |
| 1849 - 844 pàgines
...the use of nature! Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings: My thought whose murder is yet but fantastical Shakes so my single state of man,...smothered in surmise; and nothing is, But what is not." NORTH. Now, my dear Talboys, you will agree with me in thinking that this first great and pregnant,... | |
| 1849 - 822 pàgines
...the use of nature) Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings: My thought whose murder is yet but fantastical Shakes so my single state of man,...smothered in surmise; and nothing is, But what is not." NORTH. Now, my dear Talboys, you will agree with me in thinking that this first great and pregnant,... | |
| Murray Cox, Alice Theilgaard - 1994 - 482 pàgines
...heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings. My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, That function is smother'd in surmise, And nothing is, but what is not.' (I.3.130) Imagination is a two-edged sword.... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1997 - 308 pàgines
...heart knock at my ribs t35 Against the use of nature? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings. My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes...function Is smothered in surmise, and nothing is, t40 But what is not. BANQUO Look how our partner's rapt. MACBETH If chance will have me king, why chance... | |
| Jutta Schamp - 1997 - 382 pàgines
...Cawdor werde, bereits völlig von dem Gedanken eingenommen, König zu werden: My thought, whose murther yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, That function is smother'd in surmise, And nothing is, but what is not. (Shakespeare, Macbeth, l, 3, 139-142.) Bewertet... | |
| John Spencer Hill - 1997 - 224 pàgines
...Against the use of nature? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings: My thought, whose murther yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man that function Is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is But what is not. (1.3.127-42) At this point, the inclination to... | |
| Stanley Wells - 1997 - 438 pàgines
...the need to make a clear judgement: This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill, cannot be good . . . function Is smothered in surmise, and nothing is But what is not. (1.3.129-41) This deeply human awareness of the anomalous in his own nature, the sense of an undertow... | |
| Lawrence Danson - 2000 - 172 pàgines
...heart knock at my ribs Against the use of nature? Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings. My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes...smothered in surmise, and nothing is But what is not. (1. 3. 126-41) Here, at its best, is the Shakespearian way of creating characters who seem to create... | |
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