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... hand , he carries nature into the regions of fancy , lying beyond the confines of reality . We are lost in astonishment at seeing the extra- ordinary , the wonderful , and the unheard - of , in such intimate nearness . " If Shakspeare ...
... hand , he carries nature into the regions of fancy , lying beyond the confines of reality . We are lost in astonishment at seeing the extra- ordinary , the wonderful , and the unheard - of , in such intimate nearness . " If Shakspeare ...
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... hand to tear aside the veil which hides the uncertainty of the future . He is not equal to the struggle with fate and conscience . He " bends now up each corporal instrument to the terrible feat ; " at other times his heart misgives him ...
... hand to tear aside the veil which hides the uncertainty of the future . He is not equal to the struggle with fate and conscience . He " bends now up each corporal instrument to the terrible feat ; " at other times his heart misgives him ...
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... hand . In speaking of the character of Lady Mac- beth , we ought not to pass over Mrs Siddons's manner of acting that part . We can conceive of nothing grander . It was something above nature . It seemed almost as if a being of a su ...
... hand . In speaking of the character of Lady Mac- beth , we ought not to pass over Mrs Siddons's manner of acting that part . We can conceive of nothing grander . It was something above nature . It seemed almost as if a being of a su ...
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... hand ; the transitions from triumph to despair , from the height of terror to the repose of death , are sudden and startling ; every passion brings in its fellow - contrary , and the thoughts pitch and jostle against each other as in ...
... hand ; the transitions from triumph to despair , from the height of terror to the repose of death , are sudden and startling ; every passion brings in its fellow - contrary , and the thoughts pitch and jostle against each other as in ...
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... hands , and indeed in the hands of any other poet , would be merely repetitions of the same general idea , more or less exaggerated — are distin- guished by traits as precise , though of course less violent , than those which separate ...
... hands , and indeed in the hands of any other poet , would be merely repetitions of the same general idea , more or less exaggerated — are distin- guished by traits as precise , though of course less violent , than those which separate ...
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admirable affections Antony Apemantus appear banish Banquo beauty Ben Jonson blood Bolingbroke breath Brutus Cæsar Caliban Cassius character circumstances CLAUDIO comedy comic contempt Cordelia Coriolanus critic CYMBELINE daughter death Desdemona Dost thou doth Dr Johnson excited eyes Falstaff fancy fear feeling fool genius give Gonerill grace grave Hamlet hath hear heart heaven Henry honour human Iago imagination Juliet king lady Lear live look lord lover Macbeth MALVOLIO manner Mark Antony mind moral nature never night noble Othello passages passion PERDITA person pity play pleasure poet poetry prince racter refined revenge Richard Richard III Romeo ROMEO AND JULIET scene seems sense Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's SIR TOBY sleep soul speak speech spirit story striking sweet tender thee things thou art thought tion Titus Andronicus tragedy true truth unto wife words Yorkshire Tragedy youth
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Page 324 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Page 34 - O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The live-long day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome...
Page 250 - I am a Jew: hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by' the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is?
Page 250 - Christian is ? if you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility ? revenge : If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy, you teach me, I will execute; and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction.
Page xxiii - Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Page 296 - Claudio; and I quake, Lest thou a feverous life shouldst entertain, And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Page 208 - Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while : I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends : subjected thus, How can you say to me, I am a king ? Car.
Page 18 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose...
Page 152 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars...
Page 262 - A wave o' th' sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, And own no other function : Each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.