A Philosophical Analysis and Illustration of Some of Shakespeare's Remarkable CharactersJ. Murray, 1774 - 224 pages |
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Page 13
... still main- tain that the mind is in a state of anarchy and disorder , we are reduced to the necef- sity of affirming , that nature hath exhausted her powers in the formation of inferior objects , and neglected the most important ; that ...
... still main- tain that the mind is in a state of anarchy and disorder , we are reduced to the necef- sity of affirming , that nature hath exhausted her powers in the formation of inferior objects , and neglected the most important ; that ...
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... time to philofophize . But you proceed by recollection . Still , however , your observations are limited , and your theory partial . To be acquainted with B with the nature of any passion , we must know INTRODUCTION . 17.
... time to philofophize . But you proceed by recollection . Still , however , your observations are limited , and your theory partial . To be acquainted with B with the nature of any passion , we must know INTRODUCTION . 17.
Page 56
... still defires : But , deterred by his moral feelings , he is unable to proceed directly , and indulges romantic wishes . If chance will have me King , why , chance If 56 THE CHARACTER suggested to Macbeth, he appears fshocked ...
... still defires : But , deterred by his moral feelings , he is unable to proceed directly , and indulges romantic wishes . If chance will have me King , why , chance If 56 THE CHARACTER suggested to Macbeth, he appears fshocked ...
Page 62
... still have judgment bere ; that we but teach Bloody instructions , which , being taught , return To plague the inventor : This even - handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips . He's here in double ...
... still have judgment bere ; that we but teach Bloody instructions , which , being taught , return To plague the inventor : This even - handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips . He's here in double ...
Page 66
... still . Art thou not , fatal vision ! sensible To feeling as to fight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind ; a false creation Proceeding from the heat - oppressed brain ? I fee thee yet , in form as palpable As this which now I draw ...
... still . Art thou not , fatal vision ! sensible To feeling as to fight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind ; a false creation Proceeding from the heat - oppressed brain ? I fee thee yet , in form as palpable As this which now I draw ...
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accuſe affection agitated agreeable almoſt alſo amiable anguiſh appetites apprehenfion arife ariſe aſpect averſion becauſe cauſe character circumſtances compaffion conduct conſequences conſtitution correſponding defires deſcription deſerve deſign deſpondency difcern diſcover diſpoſe diſpoſitions emotions eſtabliſhed eſteem Euripides exceſſive excited exerciſe exiſtence expoſed expreſſes falſe faſhioned feelings fion firſt fome forrow foul friendſhip fufpicion Hamlet hath heart human nature Iachimo idea imagination Imogen impreſſion impulſe increaſe indignation intereſting itſelf Jaques juſt Lady Macbeth Leonatus leſs Lord Macbeth manifeſt mankind ment moral moſt muſt neſs object obſervations oppoſed ourſelves paffion paſſage paſſion perſon philoſopher pleaſure poſſeſs principles progreſs racter reaſon render reſentment ſame ſcene ſee ſeem ſenſe ſenſibility ſentiments ſeverity ſhall ſhe ſhould ſions ſocial ſome ſpeak ſpirit ſtate of mind ſtill ſtriking ſtrongly ſtudy ſubject ſucceſs ſuch ſuffers ſuggeſts ſuited ſuperior ſuſpicion temper theſe thoſe thou tion uneaſineſs uſe violent virtue whoſe
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Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.