A Philosophical Analysis and Illustration of Some of Shakespeare's Remarkable CharactersJ. Murray, 1774 - 224 pages |
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... despondency . These passions and dispositions are often blended together , or fucceed each other , with a velocity which we can neither mea- fure nor conceive . The foul that now melts with tenderness , is instantly frantic with rage ...
... despondency . These passions and dispositions are often blended together , or fucceed each other , with a velocity which we can neither mea- fure nor conceive . The foul that now melts with tenderness , is instantly frantic with rage ...
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William Richardson. despondency of repentance . In Macbeth , the amiable and congenial sentiments of humanity and compassion , a sense of du- ty , and a regard to the opinions of man- kind contended with ambition . Their efforts were ...
William Richardson. despondency of repentance . In Macbeth , the amiable and congenial sentiments of humanity and compassion , a sense of du- ty , and a regard to the opinions of man- kind contended with ambition . Their efforts were ...
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... despondency , and of opinions injurious to human nature . Let us ever remember , that all men have peculiar interests to pursue ; that every man ought to exert himself vigorously in his own employment ; and that , if we are useful and ...
... despondency , and of opinions injurious to human nature . Let us ever remember , that all men have peculiar interests to pursue ; that every man ought to exert himself vigorously in his own employment ; and that , if we are useful and ...
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... despondency than continue inflamed with resentment . The sense of misfortune , rather than the sense of injury , rules the difpofition of Imogen , and , instead of venting invective , she laments the mifery of her condition . N3 Phor ...
... despondency than continue inflamed with resentment . The sense of misfortune , rather than the sense of injury , rules the difpofition of Imogen , and , instead of venting invective , she laments the mifery of her condition . N3 Phor ...
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... despondency , and render her careless of life : In other words , what is the origin of despair ; or , by what lamentable perverfion those , who are susceptible of the pleasures of life , and in situations capable of enjoying them ...
... despondency , and render her careless of life : In other words , what is the origin of despair ; or , by what lamentable perverfion those , who are susceptible of the pleasures of life , and in situations capable of enjoying them ...
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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.