Studies of Shakespeare: In the Plays of King John, Cymbeline, Macbeth, As You Like It, Much Ado about Nothing, Romeo and Juliet, with Observations on the Criticism and the Acting of Those PlaysLongman Brown, Green and Longmans, 1847 - 384 страници |
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... exclamation , — A wicked day , and not a holy day ! & c . " Yet Constance might more justly be likened to a hunted hind than a hunted tigress ; nor should her exclamations on this occasion , however appalling , be termed frantic . In ...
... exclamation , — A wicked day , and not a holy day ! & c . " Yet Constance might more justly be likened to a hunted hind than a hunted tigress ; nor should her exclamations on this occasion , however appalling , be termed frantic . In ...
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... exclamation- Oh , fair return of banish'd majesty ! Where , we would ask , is the tone of sarcasm in all this ? The slightest touch of it might have defeated the very object , dearest to her on earth , for which she was pleading , by ...
... exclamation- Oh , fair return of banish'd majesty ! Where , we would ask , is the tone of sarcasm in all this ? The slightest touch of it might have defeated the very object , dearest to her on earth , for which she was pleading , by ...
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... exclamation— O Lord ! my boy ! my Arthur ! my fair son ! My life ! my joy ! my food ! my all the world ! My widow - comfort , and my sorrow's cure ! - her voice , it is true , rises almost into a scream : what , however , we would ask ...
... exclamation— O Lord ! my boy ! my Arthur ! my fair son ! My life ! my joy ! my food ! my all the world ! My widow - comfort , and my sorrow's cure ! - her voice , it is true , rises almost into a scream : what , however , we would ask ...
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... exclamation like this , then , let us repeat , in justice to the actress , can only have its due effect from being delivered , not with the harmonious modulation of tone appropriate to even the most impassioned words of Constance while ...
... exclamation like this , then , let us repeat , in justice to the actress , can only have its due effect from being delivered , not with the harmonious modulation of tone appropriate to even the most impassioned words of Constance while ...
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... exclamation— Out , insolent ! -thy bastard shall be king , That thou mayst be a queen , and check the world ! — a speech most forcibly characteristic of the woman whose own youthful gallantries had given such public scandal , divorcing ...
... exclamation— Out , insolent ! -thy bastard shall be king , That thou mayst be a queen , and check the world ! — a speech most forcibly characteristic of the woman whose own youthful gallantries had given such public scandal , divorcing ...
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Страница 313 - Do not swear at all ; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
Страница 336 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Страница 114 - The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Страница 362 - Ah, dear Juliet, Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous ; And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
Страница 112 - 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...
Страница 19 - And, father cardinal, I have heard you say That we shall see and know our friends in heaven: If that be true, I shall see my boy again; For since the birth of Cain, the first male child, To him that did but yesterday suspire, There was not such a gracious creature born.
Страница 310 - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself.
Страница 310 - O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name! Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Страница 134 - O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife ! Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives. Lady M. But in them nature's copy's not eterne. Macb. There's comfort yet ; they are assailable ; Then be thou jocund : ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight, ere to black Hecate's summons The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note.
Страница 125 - Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M.