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... nature , on the other hand , he carries nature into the re- gions of fancy , lying beyond the confines of reality . We are lost in astonishment at seeing the extraordinary , the wonderful , and the unheard - of , in such PREFACE . xiii.
... nature , on the other hand , he carries nature into the re- gions of fancy , lying beyond the confines of reality . We are lost in astonishment at seeing the extraordinary , the wonderful , and the unheard - of , in such PREFACE . xiii.
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... hand to tear aside the veil which hides the uncertainty of the future . He is not equal to the struggle with fate and conscience . He now " bends up each corporal in- strument to the terrible feat ; " at other times his heart misgives ...
... hand to tear aside the veil which hides the uncertainty of the future . He is not equal to the struggle with fate and conscience . He now " bends up each corporal in- strument to the terrible feat ; " at other times his heart misgives ...
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... hand . In speaking of the character of Lady Macbeth , we ought not to pass over Mrs. Siddons's manner of acting that part . We can conceive of nothing grander . It was something above nature . It seemed almost as if a being of a ...
... hand . In speaking of the character of Lady Macbeth , we ought not to pass over Mrs. Siddons's manner of acting that part . We can conceive of nothing grander . It was something above nature . It seemed almost as if a being of a ...
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... hand ; the transitions from triumph to despair , from the height of terror to the repose of death , are sudden and startling ; every passion brings in its fellow - contrary , and the thoughts pitch and jostle against each other as in ...
... hand ; the transitions from triumph to despair , from the height of terror to the repose of death , are sudden and startling ; every passion brings in its fellow - contrary , and the thoughts pitch and jostle against each other as in ...
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... hand , Desdemona and Æmilia are not meant to be opposed with anything like strong contrast to each other . Both are , to outward appearance , characters of common life , not more distinguished than women usually are , by difference of ...
... hand , Desdemona and Æmilia are not meant to be opposed with anything like strong contrast to each other . Both are , to outward appearance , characters of common life , not more distinguished than women usually are , by difference of ...
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Página 83 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Página 13 - The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!
Página 97 - Romeo: and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Página 145 - Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king...
Página 35 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Página 127 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.
Página 63 - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Página 109 - Hear, Nature, hear ! dear goddess, hear ! Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend To make this creature fruitful ! Into her womb convey sterility ! Dry up in her the organs of increase, And from her derogate body never spring A babe to honour her ! If she must teem...
Página 15 - A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, And yet I would not sleep. Merciful powers, Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature Gives way to in repose!
Página 81 - And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply Passion* as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?