Characters of Shakespeare's PlaysWiley and Putnam, 1845 - 229 oldal |
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1. oldal
... look out of themselves to see what they should be ; they sought for truth and nature , and found it in themselves . There was no tinsel , and but little art ; they were not the spoiled children of affectation and refinement , but a bold ...
... look out of themselves to see what they should be ; they sought for truth and nature , and found it in themselves . There was no tinsel , and but little art ; they were not the spoiled children of affectation and refinement , but a bold ...
4. oldal
... look about it , startled by the light of our unexpected discoveries , and the noise we made about them . Strange error of our infatuated self - love . Because the clothes we remember to have seen worn when we were children are now out ...
... look about it , startled by the light of our unexpected discoveries , and the noise we made about them . Strange error of our infatuated self - love . Because the clothes we remember to have seen worn when we were children are now out ...
7. oldal
... look upon himself in this light , as a sort of monster of poetical genius , or on his contemporaries as " less than smallest dwarfs , " when he speaks with true , not false modesty , of himself and them , and of his wayward thoughts ...
... look upon himself in this light , as a sort of monster of poetical genius , or on his contemporaries as " less than smallest dwarfs , " when he speaks with true , not false modesty , of himself and them , and of his wayward thoughts ...
19. oldal
... look forward to it as any particular subject of exul- tation : the poor peasant , who can only contrive to treat himself to a joint of meat on a Sunday , considers it as an event in the week . So , in the old Cambridge comedy of the ...
... look forward to it as any particular subject of exul- tation : the poor peasant , who can only contrive to treat himself to a joint of meat on a Sunday , considers it as an event in the week . So , in the old Cambridge comedy of the ...
37. oldal
... Look not so fierce on me ! Adders and serpents , let me breathe awhile ! -- Ugly hell , gape not ! Come not , Lucifer ! I'll burn my books ! Oh ! Mephostophilis . " Perhaps the finest trait in the whole play , and that which softens and ...
... Look not so fierce on me ! Adders and serpents , let me breathe awhile ! -- Ugly hell , gape not ! Come not , Lucifer ! I'll burn my books ! Oh ! Mephostophilis . " Perhaps the finest trait in the whole play , and that which softens and ...
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Characters of Shakespeare's Plays: & Lectures on the English Poets William Hazlitt Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2015 |
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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.