A Philosophical Analysis and Illustration of Some of Shakespeare's Remarkable CharactersJ. Murray, 1774 - 224 Seiten |
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... ftep - dame , and incenfed against Post- humus Leonatus , who was fecretly mar- ried to Imogen , banifhes him from hist court and kingdom . The lovers are over- whelmed whelmed with forrow : And the princess , informed by 174 THE CHARACTER.
... ftep - dame , and incenfed against Post- humus Leonatus , who was fecretly mar- ried to Imogen , banifhes him from hist court and kingdom . The lovers are over- whelmed whelmed with forrow : And the princess , informed by 174 THE CHARACTER.
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... Leonatus would be , of all others , the most agreeable to Imogen ; and the secret wifhes and defires of her heart would for ever recall him to her remembrance . But ideas of memory and imagination , though they may be exceedingly lively ...
... Leonatus would be , of all others , the most agreeable to Imogen ; and the secret wifhes and defires of her heart would for ever recall him to her remembrance . But ideas of memory and imagination , though they may be exceedingly lively ...
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... Leonatus can hardly be diftinguished : And the fenfation received by Imogen is imperfect , and confequent- ly painful . This leads us to a fecond ob- fervation . A thought never fluctuates in the mind folitary and independent , but is ...
... Leonatus can hardly be diftinguished : And the fenfation received by Imogen is imperfect , and confequent- ly painful . This leads us to a fecond ob- fervation . A thought never fluctuates in the mind folitary and independent , but is ...
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... Leonatus fuggests a train of ideas more agreeable than those of memory and ima- gination : And it is not till this tranfient confolation is removed , that Imogen would have turned her eye and wept . " The propriety of the following ...
... Leonatus fuggests a train of ideas more agreeable than those of memory and ima- gination : And it is not till this tranfient confolation is removed , that Imogen would have turned her eye and wept . " The propriety of the following ...
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... than might govern a na- tion , to weigh the importance of a nod ; and a trivial overfight or inattention will caft you into defpair . The heart of Imo- gen , gen , attached to Leonatus by tender and fincere affection 184 THE CHARACTER.
... than might govern a na- tion , to weigh the importance of a nod ; and a trivial overfight or inattention will caft you into defpair . The heart of Imo- gen , gen , attached to Leonatus by tender and fincere affection 184 THE CHARACTER.
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affection affociation againſt agitated agreeable ambition amiable appetites apprehenfion arife averfion becauſe cauſe character circumftances compaffion conduct confequently conftitution Cymbeline defign defires defpondency difcern difpofe difpofitions diſappointment diſcover eafily emotions eſteem Euripides exceedingly exceffive excited exerciſe expreffed expreffion falfe fame faſhioned feelings feem felves fenfe fenfibility fentiments fhall fhould fions focial fome forrow foul fpirit friendſhip ftate ftill ftriking fuccefs fuch fuffers fufpicion fuperior Hamlet happineſs hath heart Hecuba himſelf human nature Iachimo idea imagination Imogen impreffion indignation inſtead interefting itſelf Jaques Lady Macbeth languiſh lefs Leonatus leſs Lord Macbeth manifeft mankind ment mind moft moral moſt motley fool muft muſt nefs obfervations object oppoſed ourſelves paffion pain perfon pleaſure poffefs preſent principles puniſhment purſue racter reaſon refentment render ſeem ſenſe Shakeſpeare ſhe ſtate temper thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou tion tuated underſtanding uneafinefs violent virtue whofe
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Seite 127 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ. Yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?
Seite 124 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Seite 114 - 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 66 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Seite 159 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Seite 121 - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her/ What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have...
Seite 28 - Like Niobe, all tears; why she, even she, — O God ! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer, — married with my uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules...
Seite 129 - Tis now the very witching time of night When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Seite 56 - Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? 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...
Seite 61 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters : — To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.