A Philosophical Analysis and Illustration of Some of Shakespeare's Remarkable CharactersJ. Murray, 1774 - 224 pages |
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... things rank , and gross in nature Poffefs it merely . - That it should come to this ! But two months dead ! nay , not fo much ; not two So excellent a king , that was , to this , Hyperion to a fatyr : So loving to my mother , That he ...
... things rank , and gross in nature Poffefs it merely . - That it should come to this ! But two months dead ! nay , not fo much ; not two So excellent a king , that was , to this , Hyperion to a fatyr : So loving to my mother , That he ...
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... things to put the mind into a sufceptible and tender mood , and chiefly , elegance of expreffion , harmony of compofition , and delightful imagery . Thefe working upon the mind , and being all concerned to imprefs us with the notion of ...
... things to put the mind into a sufceptible and tender mood , and chiefly , elegance of expreffion , harmony of compofition , and delightful imagery . Thefe working upon the mind , and being all concerned to imprefs us with the notion of ...
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... thing . Let us review the conflict . Ambition grown habitual and inveterate in the foul of Macbeth , fuggefts the idea of affaffination . The sense of virtue , compaffion , and other kindred principles , are alarmed , and oppose . His ...
... thing . Let us review the conflict . Ambition grown habitual and inveterate in the foul of Macbeth , fuggefts the idea of affaffination . The sense of virtue , compaffion , and other kindred principles , are alarmed , and oppose . His ...
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... things ?My hands are of your colour , but I fcorn To wear a heart fo white . 11 Macbeth , inftigated by his apprehenfions , meditates another act of barbarity . Lady Macbeth , so far from being afraid of confequences , or from having ...
... things ?My hands are of your colour , but I fcorn To wear a heart fo white . 11 Macbeth , inftigated by his apprehenfions , meditates another act of barbarity . Lady Macbeth , so far from being afraid of confequences , or from having ...
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... thing amiable or refpectable . Indignation is different . It arifes , as the etymology of the word indicates , from the fenfe of fomething unworthy . But the unworthy in human conduct affects us by contraft : And this contrast is either ...
... thing amiable or refpectable . Indignation is different . It arifes , as the etymology of the word indicates , from the fenfe of fomething unworthy . But the unworthy in human conduct affects us by contraft : And this contrast is either ...
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according actions affection againſt agitated agreeable ambition amiable anger animated appears appetites arife attention authority become character circumftances concerning condition conduct confequently confider conftitution defires delight depend difcern emotions endeavours exceedingly excellence excited exhibit explain expreffed eyes faculties fame father fear feelings feem fenfe fenfibility fentiments fhall fhould fions fome forrow foul ftate fuch fuffers fufpicion give governed habits Hamlet hath heart himſelf honour hope human nature idea images imagination Imogen indignation indulgence influence injury intention Jaques kind king lefs lively look Lord Macbeth mankind manner ment mind moft moral moſt moved never obfervations object operations opinions paffion pain particular pleaſure poet poffefs principles propriety qualities reafon receive refentment reflection regard render ruling ſtate temper thefe themſelves theſe thing thofe thoſe thou thoughts tion various violent virtue yield
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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.