Characteristics of Women, Moral, Poetical, and Historical: With Fifty Vignette Etchings, Volume 2Saunders and Otley, 1833 - Women in literature |
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... equal force and simplicity . IMOGEN . There cannot be a pinch in death More sharp than this is . CYMBELINE . O disloyal thing , That should'st repair my youth ; thou heapest A year's age on me ! IMOGEN . I beseech you , sir , Harm not ...
... equal force and simplicity . IMOGEN . There cannot be a pinch in death More sharp than this is . CYMBELINE . O disloyal thing , That should'st repair my youth ; thou heapest A year's age on me ! IMOGEN . I beseech you , sir , Harm not ...
Page 111
... equal to Cordelia as dramatic concep- tions , and superior to her in finishing of outline , as well as in the richness of the poetical colouring . When dipus , pursued by the vengeance of the gods , deprived of sight by his own mad act ...
... equal to Cordelia as dramatic concep- tions , and superior to her in finishing of outline , as well as in the richness of the poetical colouring . When dipus , pursued by the vengeance of the gods , deprived of sight by his own mad act ...
Page 140
... equal in power to this scene with the messenger . The man is afterwards brought back , almost by force , to satisfy Cleopatra's jealous anxiety , by a de- scription of Octavia : —but this time , made wise by experience , he takes care ...
... equal in power to this scene with the messenger . The man is afterwards brought back , almost by force , to satisfy Cleopatra's jealous anxiety , by a de- scription of Octavia : —but this time , made wise by experience , he takes care ...
Page 151
... equal theirs Till they had stolen our jewel . All's but nought ; Patience is sottish , and impatience does Become a dog that's mad . Then is it sin Cleopatra replies to the first word she hears on recovering her senses , " No more an ...
... equal theirs Till they had stolen our jewel . All's but nought ; Patience is sottish , and impatience does Become a dog that's mad . Then is it sin Cleopatra replies to the first word she hears on recovering her senses , " No more an ...
Page 227
... ! An image more majestic , more wonderfully sub- lime was never presented to the fancy ; yet almost equal as a flight of poetry is her apostrophe to the heavens ; Arm , arm , ye heavens , against these perjured CONSTANCE . 227.
... ! An image more majestic , more wonderfully sub- lime was never presented to the fancy ; yet almost equal as a flight of poetry is her apostrophe to the heavens ; Arm , arm , ye heavens , against these perjured CONSTANCE . 227.
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Page 228 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Page 318 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? Macb. Prithee, peace I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. Lady M. What beast was't then That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man.
Page 315 - 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 X Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair.
Page 104 - And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you and know this man ; Yet I am doubtful ; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is, and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments, nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me ; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Page 318 - As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i
Page 317 - Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon. Lady M. Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou...
Page 291 - Orpheus with his lute made trees. And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring.
Page 152 - We'll bury him; and then, what's brave, what's noble, Let's do it after the high Roman fashion, And make Death proud to take us. Come, away; This case of that huge spirit now is cold. Ah, women, women! come; we have no friend But resolution, and the briefest end.
Page 40 - But here's my husband; And so much duty as my mother show'd To you, preferring you before her father, So much I challenge that I may profess Due to the Moor, my lord.
Page 322 - Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great, Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win.