Characters of Shakespeare's PlaysWiley and Putnam, 1845 - 229 oldal |
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... feels for the great authors on whose excellencies he chiefly dwells . His relish for their beauties is so keen , that while he describes them , the pleasures which they impart become almost palpable to the sense , and we seem , scarcely ...
... feels for the great authors on whose excellencies he chiefly dwells . His relish for their beauties is so keen , that while he describes them , the pleasures which they impart become almost palpable to the sense , and we seem , scarcely ...
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... feeling of youthful joy . His criticisms , while they extend our insight into the causes of poetical excellence , teach us , at the same time , more keenly to enjoy , and more fondly to revere it . " LECTURES ON THE AGE OF ELIZABETH ...
... feeling of youthful joy . His criticisms , while they extend our insight into the causes of poetical excellence , teach us , at the same time , more keenly to enjoy , and more fondly to revere it . " LECTURES ON THE AGE OF ELIZABETH ...
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... feelings , " there's livers out of Britain . " So there have been thinkers , and great and sound ones , before our time . They had the same capacities that we have , sometimes greater motives for their exertion , and for the most part ...
... feelings , " there's livers out of Britain . " So there have been thinkers , and great and sound ones , before our time . They had the same capacities that we have , sometimes greater motives for their exertion , and for the most part ...
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... feeling much the same awkward condescending disposition to patronize these first crude attempts at poetry and lispings of the Muse , as when a fond parent brings forward a bashful child to make a display of its wit or learning . We hope ...
... feeling much the same awkward condescending disposition to patronize these first crude attempts at poetry and lispings of the Muse , as when a fond parent brings forward a bashful child to make a display of its wit or learning . We hope ...
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... feeling . It cemented their union of character and sentiment it created endless diversity and collision of opinion . They found objects to employ their faculties , and a motive in the magnitude of the consequences attached to them , to ...
... feeling . It cemented their union of character and sentiment it created endless diversity and collision of opinion . They found objects to employ their faculties , and a motive in the magnitude of the consequences attached to them , to ...
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Characters of Shakespeare's Plays: & Lectures on the English Poets William Hazlitt Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2015 |
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admiration affections Beaumont and Fletcher beauty Ben Jonson blood breath Cæsar Caliban character comedy comic Coriolanus critic CYMBELINE D'Ol death delight Desdemona dost doth dramatic Duke effeminacy Endymion equal Eumenides eyes Falstaff fancy fear feeling fire fool fortune friends genius give grace GUIDERIUS hand hast hath hear heart heaven Henry honour human Iago imagination interest Jonson king kiss Lear learning live look lord Macbeth MALVOLIO manner MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM mind moral nature never night noble Othello passages passion person pity play pleasure poet poetical poetry pride prince quincunxes racters rich Richard II scene seems Sejanus sense sentiment Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's sleep soul speak speech spirit striking style sweet taste tell tender thee things thou art thought tion Titus Andronicus tragedy true truth unto virtue words writers youth
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24. oldal - Would he were fatter. — But I fear him not. Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men.
144. oldal - Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
114. oldal - Indian mount, or fairy elves, Whose midnight revels, by a forest side, Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
68. oldal - A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants. EROS. Ay, my lord. ANTONY. That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns; and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.
105. oldal - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon and the stars : as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on : an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star...
163. oldal - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
210. oldal - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
34. oldal - Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolve me of all ambiguities, Perform what desperate enterprise I will? I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates...
159. oldal - Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant...
101. oldal - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.