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... sensations of a drunkard's head : " But when I came unto my beds , With hey , ho , the wind and the rain ; With toss - pots still had drunken heads , For the rain it raineth every day . " In Measure for Measure , Claudio ( when excited ...
... sensations of a drunkard's head : " But when I came unto my beds , With hey , ho , the wind and the rain ; With toss - pots still had drunken heads , For the rain it raineth every day . " In Measure for Measure , Claudio ( when excited ...
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... sensations in the hearer , and so insure his acceptance of it in his most prevailing feeling : " O , dear father , Make not too rash a trial of him , for He's gentle , and not fearful . " Rash , bears here a double reference to Prospero ...
... sensations in the hearer , and so insure his acceptance of it in his most prevailing feeling : " O , dear father , Make not too rash a trial of him , for He's gentle , and not fearful . " Rash , bears here a double reference to Prospero ...
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... sensations of the heart . Thus the following sentence represents , in all concentration , the efforts of re- tiring conscience against the encroachments of advancing ill : " I am that way going to temptation , Where prayers cross ...
... sensations of the heart . Thus the following sentence represents , in all concentration , the efforts of re- tiring conscience against the encroachments of advancing ill : " I am that way going to temptation , Where prayers cross ...
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... sensations , upon the first conception of his crime . " My thought , whose murder yet is but fantastical , ( imaginary ) Shakes so my single state of man , That function is smother'd in surmise . " Macbeth calls his existence , at this ...
... sensations , upon the first conception of his crime . " My thought , whose murder yet is but fantastical , ( imaginary ) Shakes so my single state of man , That function is smother'd in surmise . " Macbeth calls his existence , at this ...
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... sensation . She has , at the same time and by the same method , nerved herself to her task , and unnerved opposition : 66 That , which hath made them drunk , hath made me bold : What hath quench'd them , hath given me fire . " Her next ...
... sensation . She has , at the same time and by the same method , nerved herself to her task , and unnerved opposition : 66 That , which hath made them drunk , hath made me bold : What hath quench'd them , hath given me fire . " Her next ...
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Shakespeare Restored: Macbeth, a Tragedy (Classic Reprint) William Shakespeare Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2018 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ANGUS antithesis Banquo bear Birnam Birnam wood blood brief candle Castle cauldron daggers dare dark death deed denotes Dict disposition Doct Donalbain Duncan Dunsinane Enter MACBETH evil excitement exclamation Exeunt Exit expression fear fight Fleance Gallowglasses Gent give Glamis grace hail hand Hark hath hear heart heaven HECATE honour king King of Scotland knock Lady MACDUFF LENOX limbeck live look lord Macb Macd Macduff Malcolm means metaphor mind murder nature nature's night noble numbers old copy original folio passage peace perfect SPY phrase poison'd pray reference Rosse SCENE Scone Scotland sensations sense sentence Shake Shakespeare signifies SIWARD sleep soldier speak speaker speech spirits Steevens strange supernatural sword term thane of Cawdor thee There's thine things thou thought tion tyrant utterance verse weird sisters whilst wind Winter's Tale Witch witchcraft word worthy would'st
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 36 - I hear a knocking At the south entry : retire we to our chamber : A little water clears us of this deed : How easy is it, then ! Your constancy Hath left you unattended.
Seite xiv - That which hath made them drunk, hath made me bold : What hath quench'd them, hath given me fire : — Hark !— Peace ! It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, Which gives the stern'st good-night.
Seite 10 - I' the name of truth, Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show ? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal ; to me you speak not : If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours, nor your hate.
Seite 94 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Seite 68 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake ; Eye of newt and toe of frog, "Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble ; Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Third Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf. Witches...
Seite 94 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?
Seite 32 - Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse yo The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Seite 17 - 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.
Seite 53 - But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams, That shake us nightly : better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
Seite 97 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears. The time has been my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't. I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.