Characters of Shakespeare's PlaysWiley and Putnam, 1845 - 229 σελίδες |
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... only of those joys which they diffused , but of those which they felt in the inmost recesses of their souls . He draws aside the veil of time with a hand tremulous with mingled delight and reverence ; and descants with kindling en-
... only of those joys which they diffused , but of those which they felt in the inmost recesses of their souls . He draws aside the veil of time with a hand tremulous with mingled delight and reverence ; and descants with kindling en-
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... soul was like a star , and dwelt apart . " This cannot be said with any propriety of Shakspeare , who certainly moved in a constellation of bright luminaries , and " drew after him a third part of the heavens . " If we allow , for ...
... soul was like a star , and dwelt apart . " This cannot be said with any propriety of Shakspeare , who certainly moved in a constellation of bright luminaries , and " drew after him a third part of the heavens . " If we allow , for ...
Σελίδα 34
... soul , is willing to give in exchange his soul and body to the great enemy of mankind . Whatever he fancies , becomes by this means pre- sent to his sense : whatever he commands , is done . He calls back time past , and anticipates the ...
... soul , is willing to give in exchange his soul and body to the great enemy of mankind . Whatever he fancies , becomes by this means pre- sent to his sense : whatever he commands , is done . He calls back time past , and anticipates the ...
Σελίδα 36
... soul ! See where it flics . Come , Helen , come , give me my soul again . Here will I dwell , for Heav'n is in these lips , And all is dross that is not Helena . I will be Paris , and for love of thee , Instead of Troy shall Wittenberg ...
... soul ! See where it flics . Come , Helen , come , give me my soul again . Here will I dwell , for Heav'n is in these lips , And all is dross that is not Helena . I will be Paris , and for love of thee , Instead of Troy shall Wittenberg ...
Σελίδα 37
... soul . ( The Clock strikes twelve . ) It strikes ! it strikes ! Now , body , turn to air , Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to hell . Oh soul ! be changed into small water - drops , And fall into the ocean ; ne'er to be found . ( Thunder ...
... soul . ( The Clock strikes twelve . ) It strikes ! it strikes ! Now , body , turn to air , Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to hell . Oh soul ! be changed into small water - drops , And fall into the ocean ; ne'er to be found . ( Thunder ...
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Σελίδα 24 - Would he were fatter. — But I fear him not. Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men.
Σελίδα 144 - Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Σελίδα 114 - Indian mount, or fairy elves, Whose midnight revels, by a forest side, Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Σελίδα 68 - A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs; They are black vesper's pageants. EROS. Ay, my lord. ANTONY. That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns; and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.
Σελίδα 105 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon and the stars : as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence ; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on : an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star...
Σελίδα 163 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Σελίδα 210 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
Σελίδα 34 - Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolve me of all ambiguities, Perform what desperate enterprise I will? I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates...
Σελίδα 159 - Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant...
Σελίδα 101 - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.