 | 1834 - 464 páginas
...the passage are lost, unless the speaker can lay his hands upon a goodly paunch, as he exclaims, ' Oh ! that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew.' We are not to suppose Hamlet speaks metaphorically, but physically ; and his corporeal... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 534 páginas
...thunder. Come away. [!'..!•< tun King, Queen, Lords, &c., POLONIDS, and LAERTES. I In in, O that this too, too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve...a dew ! Or that the Everlasting had not fixed His canon3 'gainst self-slaughter ! O God ! O God ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 624 páginas
...King, Queen, Lords, §c. PoLo.virs, and LAERTES. Sam. O, that this too too solid flesh would molt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew ! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd1 His canon 'gainst self-slaughter ! O God ! O God ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable... | |
 | 1836 - 866 páginas
...wo. man neither ;" and again the soliloquy, profaned by the mouthing of every whining school-boy, " Oh, that this too, too solid flesh would melt. Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew !" The whole play is craped with the gloom of his nature. Such was Hamlet, a compound in... | |
 | Edward Mammatt - 1836 - 364 páginas
...which it would not have been in an advanced stage of his disease, is controlled by religious fear : "Oh ! that this too, too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itselt into a dew ! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter ! How weary,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 536 páginas
...itself into a dew ! Or that the Everlasting had not fixed His canon 3 'gainst self-slaughter ! O God ! O God ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! O fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 530 páginas
...PoLoNIUS, and LAERTES. //.•;//. O that this too, too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve 9 itself into a dew ! Or that the Everlasting had not fixed His canon 3 'gainst self-slaughter ! O God ! O God ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable I Seem to me all... | |
 | Richard Brinsley Sheridan - 1840 - 346 páginas
...Job, Chap. ill. Ok that my soul had gently run* Enrapt, ¿a Hamlet expresses the same wish : — " Oh that this too, too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew ! " And nil who have contemplated suicide have probably briRed f»r the possibility of a... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 582 páginas
...earthly thunder. Come, away ! [Exeunt KINO, QUEEN, Lords, fyc. POLON:US, and LAERTES. Ham. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve...Everlasting had not fixed His canon 'gainst self-slaughter ! — O God, O God ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 594 páginas
...Re-speaking eartbly thunder. Come, away ! [Exeunt KlNO, QUEEN, Lords, Sc POLONtUS, and LAERTES. Ham. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve...Everlasting had not fixed His canon 'gainst self-slaughter ! — O God, O God ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable,' Seem to me all the uses of this world... | |
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gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah, fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature, Possess it merely. 
