Select readings from Shakespeare and Milton, with intr. remarks and explanatory and grammatical notes |
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... feeling what small things are boist'rous there , Your vile intent must needs seem horrible . • Hub . Is this your promise ? go to , hold your tongue . 420 Arth . Hubert , the utterance of a brace of tongues ⚫Must needs want pleading ...
... feeling what small things are boist'rous there , Your vile intent must needs seem horrible . • Hub . Is this your promise ? go to , hold your tongue . 420 Arth . Hubert , the utterance of a brace of tongues ⚫Must needs want pleading ...
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... feeling of sym- pathy with those who " have loved and lost " a dear one , as she had . The words of that beautiful and pathetic utterance of her first grief at her son's captivity , with which Constance addressed the cardinal , fall ...
... feeling of sym- pathy with those who " have loved and lost " a dear one , as she had . The words of that beautiful and pathetic utterance of her first grief at her son's captivity , with which Constance addressed the cardinal , fall ...
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... feeling of every class was outraged in turn . He bullied and swelled with big sounding words , only to follow with a miserable recantation , and willing acceptance of disgraceful terms - with shuf- fling and meanness howling for pardon ...
... feeling of every class was outraged in turn . He bullied and swelled with big sounding words , only to follow with a miserable recantation , and willing acceptance of disgraceful terms - with shuf- fling and meanness howling for pardon ...
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... , By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December snow , By thinking on fantastic summer's heat ? ⚫O , no ! the apprehension of the good , 385 390 Gives but the greater feeling to the worse ; • KING RICHARD II .
... , By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December snow , By thinking on fantastic summer's heat ? ⚫O , no ! the apprehension of the good , 385 390 Gives but the greater feeling to the worse ; • KING RICHARD II .
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... feeling of sympathy with Norfolk ; and our pity for him as an injured man is deepened , when he replies so meekly , yet so feelingly , in that beautiful and pathetic lament for his perpetual exile , contained in the passage commencing ...
... feeling of sympathy with Norfolk ; and our pity for him as an injured man is deepened , when he replies so meekly , yet so feelingly , in that beautiful and pathetic lament for his perpetual exile , contained in the passage commencing ...
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Ammonites ancient answer Antonio Archduke of Austria Argob arms Arth Arthur banishment Bass Bassanio blood Boling Bolingbroke bond breath called Chatillon cloth Const Constance court dear death deeds doth dread ducats Duke Duke of Norfolk earth England English Enter KING etc.-the Exeunt eyes fair father Faulconbridge Fcap fear fire flesh France Gaunt give gods grave grief hand hast hate hath heart heaven hell honour Hubert Hubert de Burgh John of England John of Gaunt King John KING RICHARD Lancaster land liege lord lost majesty means merchant MERCHANT OF VENICE mercy Milton Mowbray night noble Norfolk Pandulph peace play poet Portia pray prince prison reign Rich Richard II Satan SCENE sentence Shakespeare shame Shylock Sibma soul sound spirit temple thee thought thousand ducats throne tongue uncle unto Venice word
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Страница 98 - A dungeon horrible on all sides round, As one great furnace flamed ; yet from those flames No light ; but rather darkness visible, Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell ; hope never comes, That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed.
Страница 113 - Sheer o'er the crystal battlements : from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day ; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith like a falling star...
Страница 103 - He scarce had ceased, when the superior fiend Was moving toward the shore: his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views, At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Страница 109 - Their number last he sums. And now his heart Distends with pride, and hardening in his strength Glories...
Страница 109 - Of depth immeasurable ; anon they move In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders ; such as raised To height of noblest temper heroes old Arming to battle ; and instead of rage Deliberate valour breathed, firm and unmoved With dread of death to flight or foul retreat ; Nor wanting power to mitigate and suage With solemn touches troubled thoughts, and chase Anguish, and doubt, and fear, and sorrow, and pain From mortal or immortal minds.
Страница 53 - 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.
Страница 113 - The ascending pile Stood fixed her stately height, and straight the doors, Opening their brazen folds, discover, wide Within, her ample spaces o'er the smooth And level pavement ; from the arched roof, Pendent by subtle magic, many a row Of starry lamps and blazing cressets, fed With naphtha and asphaltus, yielded light As from a sky.
Страница 102 - Hail horrors, hail Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new possessor; one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
Страница 98 - Reserved him to more wrath; for now the thought Both of lost happiness and lasting pain Torments him; round he throws his baleful eyes, That witnessed huge affliction and dismay, Mixed with obdurate pride and steadfast hate. At once, as far as Angels...
Страница 74 - Yes, to smell pork ; to eat of the habitation which your prophet the Nazarite conjured the devil into.