A Philosophical Analysis and Illustration of Some of Shakespeare's Remarkable CharactersJ. Murray, 1774 - 224 pages |
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... appetites , and subdue their violence For improvement in virtue confifts in duly regulating our inferior appetites , no less than in cultivating the principles of benevolence and magnanimity . Numerous , however , are the defires , and ...
... appetites , and subdue their violence For improvement in virtue confifts in duly regulating our inferior appetites , no less than in cultivating the principles of benevolence and magnanimity . Numerous , however , are the defires , and ...
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... appetite had grown By what it fed on : and yet , within a monthLet me not think on't - Frailty , thy name is woman A little month ; or ere thofe fhoes were old , With which the follow'd my poor father's body , Like Niobe , all tears ...
... appetite had grown By what it fed on : and yet , within a monthLet me not think on't - Frailty , thy name is woman A little month ; or ere thofe fhoes were old , With which the follow'd my poor father's body , Like Niobe , all tears ...
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... appetite . To the churchman , who was meek and moderate in pursuit of inferior dignity , exhibit a mitre , and you spoil his peace . The proximity of the object , because no intermediate ideas divert our attention , quickens and ...
... appetite . To the churchman , who was meek and moderate in pursuit of inferior dignity , exhibit a mitre , and you spoil his peace . The proximity of the object , because no intermediate ideas divert our attention , quickens and ...
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... appetites , plunges into every fpecies of excess ; And when his defires are fated , confcience , formerly active , but difregarded , overwhelms him with deep contrition . This ftate of mind continues , till the irregular appetites ...
... appetites , plunges into every fpecies of excess ; And when his defires are fated , confcience , formerly active , but difregarded , overwhelms him with deep contrition . This ftate of mind continues , till the irregular appetites ...
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... appetite , commits acts of cruelty and oppreffion , he will be more apt , by reflecting on his own conduct , to conceive the resentment and indignation it excites , than men of a different temper . Reflecting on the compaffion and ...
... appetite , commits acts of cruelty and oppreffion , he will be more apt , by reflecting on his own conduct , to conceive the resentment and indignation it excites , than men of a different temper . Reflecting on the compaffion and ...
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affection affociation againſt agitated agreeable alſo ambition amiable appetites apprehenfion arife averfion becauſe cauſe character circumftances compaffion conduct confequently conftitution defign defires difcern diforder difpofes difpofitions diſappointment diſcover eaſily emotions eſteem Euripides exceedingly exceffive excited exerciſe exiſtence expreffed expreffion falfe fame feelings feem felves fenfe fenfibility fentiments fhall fhould fions fome forrow foul friendſhip ftate ftill ftriking fuccefs fuch fuffers fufpicion fuperior Hamlet happineſs hath heart Hecuba himſelf human nature Iachimo idea imagination Imogen impreffion indignation inſtead interefting itſelf Jaques Lady Macbeth languiſh lefs Leonatus leſs Lord Macbeth manifeft mankind ment mifery mind moft moral moſt motley fool muft muſt nefs obfervations object ourſelves paffion pain philofopher pleaſure poffefs preſent principles puniſhment purſue racter reaſon refentment render ſeem ſenſe Shakeſpeare ſhe ſpirits ſtate temper thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou tion tuated underſtanding uſe violent virtue whofe 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.