Studies of Some of Shakespere's PlaysSunday School Association, 1889 - 172 Seiten |
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... Pity me then and wish I were renew'd ; Whilst , like a willing patient , I will drink Potions of eisel ' gainst my strong infection ; No bitterness that I will bitter think , Nor double penance , to correct correction . Pity me then ...
... Pity me then and wish I were renew'd ; Whilst , like a willing patient , I will drink Potions of eisel ' gainst my strong infection ; No bitterness that I will bitter think , Nor double penance , to correct correction . Pity me then ...
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... pity . I do not think she was a great , dark , bloodthirsty fury . She was , I doubt not , a slight - made woman , with blue eyes flashing with the electric will that charged them ; with slender white hand that had only known the ...
... pity . I do not think she was a great , dark , bloodthirsty fury . She was , I doubt not , a slight - made woman , with blue eyes flashing with the electric will that charged them ; with slender white hand that had only known the ...
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... pity ; she will fill her whole nature with direst cruelty , that she may reach her hand to the golden prize which is the utmost goal of her ambition . As soon as the servant is gone and she is again alone , she begins to brace herself ...
... pity ; she will fill her whole nature with direst cruelty , that she may reach her hand to the golden prize which is the utmost goal of her ambition . As soon as the servant is gone and she is again alone , she begins to brace herself ...
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... pity , and stifle the compunctious visitings of nature . Lady Macbeth was not an incarnate fiend , but a bad , ambitious woman ; and Shakspere never allows her to be swept beyond those limits of human nature , within which we are ...
... pity , and stifle the compunctious visitings of nature . Lady Macbeth was not an incarnate fiend , but a bad , ambitious woman ; and Shakspere never allows her to be swept beyond those limits of human nature , within which we are ...
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... pity , like a naked new - born babe , Striding the blast , or heaven's cherubim , horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air , Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye , That tears shall drown the wind . I have no spur To prick the ...
... pity , like a naked new - born babe , Striding the blast , or heaven's cherubim , horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air , Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye , That tears shall drown the wind . I have no spur To prick the ...
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agony Antonio Banquo Bassanio beautiful becomes blood bond brave called caskets character Cordelia court court of Denmark crime crown darkness daughter dead dear death deed Desdemona divine doth dreadful Duncan eyes faith fate father feel FRANCES E genius gentle Ghost give grief Hamlet hates hath hear heart heaven HERBERT MARTIN Hermione honour human nature husband Iago jealousy Kent King Lear Lady Macbeth Leontes live London look lord maiden marriage mercy mind moral mother murder never Ophelia Othello passion pity play poet Polonius Portia pound of flesh powers of evil Price prince queen revenge sacred scene secret seems Shak Shakspere Shakspere's Shylock sleep sorrow soul speak spirit story Stratford suspicion sweet tells terrible terror thee things Thomas Lucy thou thought throne touch tragedy Venice Warwickshire wife Winter's Tale witches woman womanhood wonderful words young
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Seite 119 - 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 ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Seite 143 - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and, indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, — why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Seite 20 - Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Seite 85 - tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners : so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce ; set hyssop, and weed up thyme ; supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many ; either to have it steril with idleness, or manured with industry, — why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.
Seite 40 - Thus thou must do, if thou have it"; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Seite 77 - Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approved good masters, — That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true ; true, I have married her ; The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Seite 48 - Merciful heaven ! What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows ; Give sorrow words : the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
Seite 46 - It will have blood, they say ; blood will have blood : Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak ; Augurs, and understood relations, have By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought forth The secret'st man of blood.
Seite 162 - Signior Antonio, many a time and oft, In the Rialto, you have rated me About my moneys and my usances : Still have I borne it with a patient shrug ; For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe...
Seite 37 - The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be, Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.