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No. thing , you say , seems wilder and more incoherent , than the images and ideas continually fluctuating in the mind : Like the " gay motes that people the sun - beams , " they know no order , and are or are guided by no connection .
No. thing , you say , seems wilder and more incoherent , than the images and ideas continually fluctuating in the mind : Like the " gay motes that people the sun - beams , " they know no order , and are or are guided by no connection .
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Tis an unweeded garden , That grows to feed ; things rank , and gross in nature Poffess it merely . That it should come to this ! But two months dead ! nay , not so much ; not two So excellent a king , that was , to this , Hyperion to a ...
Tis an unweeded garden , That grows to feed ; things rank , and gross in nature Poffess it merely . That it should come to this ! But two months dead ! nay , not so much ; not two So excellent a king , that was , to this , Hyperion to a ...
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Now , in dramatic performances , there are many things to put the mind into a sufceptible and tender mood , and chiefly , elegance of expression , harmony of composition , and delightful imagery . These working upon the mind , and being ...
Now , in dramatic performances , there are many things to put the mind into a sufceptible and tender mood , and chiefly , elegance of expression , harmony of composition , and delightful imagery . These working upon the mind , and being ...
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There's no such thing . Let us review the conflict . Ambition grown habitual and inveterate in the soul of Macbeth , suggests the idea of affaffination . The sense of virtue , compassion , and other kindred principles , are alarmed ...
There's no such thing . Let us review the conflict . Ambition grown habitual and inveterate in the soul of Macbeth , suggests the idea of affaffination . The sense of virtue , compassion , and other kindred principles , are alarmed ...
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Why , worthy Thane , Do unbend your noble strength to think So brain - fickly of things ?My hands are of your colour , but I scorn To wear a heart fo white . Macbeth , instigated by his apprehena fions , meditates another act of ...
Why , worthy Thane , Do unbend your noble strength to think So brain - fickly of things ?My hands are of your colour , but I scorn To wear a heart fo white . Macbeth , instigated by his apprehena fions , meditates another act of ...
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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.
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| Title | A Philosophical Analysis and Illustration of Some of Shakespeare's Remarkable Characters Eighteenth century collections online |
| Author | William Richardson |
| Edition | 2 |
| Publisher | J. Murray, 1774 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 16 Jul 2007 |
| Length | 224 pages |
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