Memorials of Shakspeare: Or, Sketches of His Character and GeniusH. Colburn, 1828 - 494 oldal |
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... thou art dead , and I will kill thee , and love thee after , ' is a sentiment characteristic of , and fit only to be uttered by a Moor . " But it was not enough for Shakspeare to have formed his characters with the most perfect truth ...
... thou art dead , and I will kill thee , and love thee after , ' is a sentiment characteristic of , and fit only to be uttered by a Moor . " But it was not enough for Shakspeare to have formed his characters with the most perfect truth ...
147. oldal
... thou- sand instances might be given of the intimate knowledge that Shakspeare had of facts . I shall mention only one . I do not say that he gives a good account of the Salic law , though a much HIS METHOD . 147 POLITANA.
... thou- sand instances might be given of the intimate knowledge that Shakspeare had of facts . I shall mention only one . I do not say that he gives a good account of the Salic law , though a much HIS METHOD . 147 POLITANA.
172. oldal
... thou- sand times more full of fancy , and imagery , and splendor , than those who , for the sake of such qualities , have shrunk back from the delineation of character or passion , and declined the discussion of human duties and cares ...
... thou- sand times more full of fancy , and imagery , and splendor , than those who , for the sake of such qualities , have shrunk back from the delineation of character or passion , and declined the discussion of human duties and cares ...
176. oldal
... thou point'st out ? will the cold brook , Candied with ice , caudle thy morning taste To cure thine o'er - night's surfeit ? No one but Shakspeare would have thought of putting this noble picture into the taunting address of a snappish ...
... thou point'st out ? will the cold brook , Candied with ice , caudle thy morning taste To cure thine o'er - night's surfeit ? No one but Shakspeare would have thought of putting this noble picture into the taunting address of a snappish ...
216. oldal
... thou hast one to show , To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe . He was not of an age , but for all time ; - Nature herself was proud of his designs , And joy'd to wear the dressing of his lines ; Which were so richly spun , and woven ...
... thou hast one to show , To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe . He was not of an age , but for all time ; - Nature herself was proud of his designs , And joy'd to wear the dressing of his lines ; Which were so richly spun , and woven ...
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456. oldal - He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul. All the images of nature were still present to him, and he drew them not laboriously, but luckily : when he describes anything, you more than see it, you feel it too.
402. oldal - 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...
306. oldal - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.
380. oldal - O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword; The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
185. oldal - From his cradle, He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading: Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
191. oldal - How absolute the knave is ! we must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us. By the Lord, Horatio, these three years I have taken note of it ; the age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe. — How long hast thou been a grave-maker? 1 Clo. Of all the days i' the year, I came to't that day that our last King Hamlet o'ercame Fortinbras.
368. oldal - When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds, too late, that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away ? The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, is— to die.
321. oldal - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely; touch me with noble anger, And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks! No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both That all the world shall...
326. oldal - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
328. oldal - Still through the hawthorn blows the cold wind ; says suum, mun ha no nonny. Dolphin my boy, my boy ; sessa ! let him trot by. [Storm still. LEAK. Why, thou wert better in thy grave than to answer with thy uncovered body this extremity of the skies. Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume.