A Philosophical Analysis and Illustration of Some of Shakespeare's Remarkable CharactersJ. Murray, 1774 - 224 pages |
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... emotions of the heart . We are alike acceffible to love or hatred , confidence or fufpicion , exultation or defpondency . These paffions and difpofitions are often blended together , or fucceed each other , with a velocity which we can ...
... emotions of the heart . We are alike acceffible to love or hatred , confidence or fufpicion , exultation or defpondency . These paffions and difpofitions are often blended together , or fucceed each other , with a velocity which we can ...
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... emotions that we are unable easily to conceive . Neither can we consider human characters and affections as altogether indifferent to us : They are not mere objects of curiofity ; they excite love or hatred , approbation or diflike ...
... emotions that we are unable easily to conceive . Neither can we consider human characters and affections as altogether indifferent to us : They are not mere objects of curiofity ; they excite love or hatred , approbation or diflike ...
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... emotions afcribed to them . Compare a foliloquy of Hamlet , with one of the descriptions of Roderigue in the Cid . Nothing can be more natural in the circumftances and with the temper of Hamlet , than the following reflections . * O ...
... emotions afcribed to them . Compare a foliloquy of Hamlet , with one of the descriptions of Roderigue in the Cid . Nothing can be more natural in the circumftances and with the temper of Hamlet , than the following reflections . * O ...
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... emotions that intereft us in the happiness and mifery of others , and yield us the highest pleasure at theatrical entertainments , are , by the wife and beneficial inftitutions of nature , exceedingly apt to be excited : So apt , that ...
... emotions that intereft us in the happiness and mifery of others , and yield us the highest pleasure at theatrical entertainments , are , by the wife and beneficial inftitutions of nature , exceedingly apt to be excited : So apt , that ...
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... emotion . No writer of antiquity is more diftinguished for abilities of this kind than Euripides . His whole heart and foul feem torn and agitated by the force of the paffion he imitates . He ceases to be Euripides ; he is Medea ; he is ...
... emotion . No writer of antiquity is more diftinguished for abilities of this kind than Euripides . His whole heart and foul feem torn and agitated by the force of the paffion he imitates . He ceases to be Euripides ; he is Medea ; he is ...
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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.