The Mimic World and Public Exhibitions: Their History, Their Morals, and Effects

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New-World, 1871 - 590 Seiten
 

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Seite 263 - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view!
Seite 263 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Seite 285 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Seite 402 - Grant me patience , just Heaven ! — Of all the cants which are canted in this canting world — though the cant of hypocrites may be the worst — the cant of criticism is the most tormenting.
Seite 49 - Othello; the mixture of love that intruded upon his mind, upon the innocent answers Desdemona makes, betrayed in his gesture such a variety and vicissitude of passions, as would admonish a man to be afraid of his own heart, and perfectly convince him, that it is to stab it, to admit that worst of daggers, jealousy.
Seite 49 - Desdemona makes, betrayed in his gesture such a variety and vicissitude of passions, as would admonish a man to be afraid of his own heart ; and perfectly convince him, that it is to stab it, to admit that worst of daggers, jealousy. Whoever reads in his closet this admirable scene, will find that he cannot, except he has as warm an imagination as...
Seite 157 - I grant you, friends, if that you should fright the ladies out of their wits, they would have no more discretion but to hang us. But I will aggravate my voice so that I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove ; I will roar you an 'twere any nightingale.
Seite 256 - an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth," a life for a life; Shakespeare, too : " Accursed bo the air on which he rides, And damned all those that trust him.
Seite 217 - Is it not a bitter mockery to those who have met their fate, to offer thanks that you have escaped it ? No, it was a settled decree of an inscrutable Providence that we should avoid this horrible calamity, reserved, perhaps, to meet some still more dreadful one. Who knows ? There is a divinity which shapes our ends, rough hew them as we may.
Seite 584 - His folly bears him. Boldly, I dare say, There has been more by us in some one play Laugh'd into wit and virtue, than hath been By twenty tedious lectures drawn from sin And foppish humours : hence the cause doth rise, Men are not won by th

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