A Study of HamletE. Moxon & Company, 1863 - 209 страници |
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... sweet queen , that he hath found The head and source of all your son's distemper . But the queen's answer only reveals her uneasy im- pressions : - QUEEN . I doubt it is no other than the main ; His father's death and our o'erhasty ...
... sweet queen , that he hath found The head and source of all your son's distemper . But the queen's answer only reveals her uneasy im- pressions : - QUEEN . I doubt it is no other than the main ; His father's death and our o'erhasty ...
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... sweet breath compos'd As made the things more rich their perfume lost , Take these , again ; for to the noble mind , Rich gifts wax poor , when givers prove unkind . There , my lord . It would seem that now , but only for a few moments ...
... sweet breath compos'd As made the things more rich their perfume lost , Take these , again ; for to the noble mind , Rich gifts wax poor , when givers prove unkind . There , my lord . It would seem that now , but only for a few moments ...
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... sweet word now addressed to him becomes mingled with ideas that have sprung up in his soul out of recent troubles , and what would once have produced calmness only now stirs suspi- cion and provokes distrust . He scarcely hears the ...
... sweet word now addressed to him becomes mingled with ideas that have sprung up in his soul out of recent troubles , and what would once have produced calmness only now stirs suspi- cion and provokes distrust . He scarcely hears the ...
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... sweet heavens ! The incoherent words he has uttered , manifesting the vaguest violence , convey no thoughts suggestive of reply , except by this exclamation of Ophelia , who can only draw a sad conclusion from them . Hamlet repeatedly ...
... sweet heavens ! The incoherent words he has uttered , manifesting the vaguest violence , convey no thoughts suggestive of reply , except by this exclamation of Ophelia , who can only draw a sad conclusion from them . Hamlet repeatedly ...
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... sweet bells jangled , out of tune and harsh ; That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth , Blasted with ecstacy : oh , woe is me ! To have seen what I have seen , see what I see ! Most sorrowful and true words . She has seen all the ...
... sweet bells jangled , out of tune and harsh ; That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth , Blasted with ecstacy : oh , woe is me ! To have seen what I have seen , see what I see ! Most sorrowful and true words . She has seen all the ...
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action addressed affection answer appearance approaching become calls cause character comes conduct conversation dead death disorder distraction disturbed doubt dreadful England excitement expression eyes father fear feeling feigning figure follows friends ghost give given grave grief Guildenstern Hamlet hear heart heaven Horatio imagination impression insane interview kind king king's Laertes language late leave less letters live look lord lost madness manner Marcellus marriage matter mental merely mind mother murder nature never night observation once Ophelia painful passed passion perhaps play players Polonius present prince queen question reason reflections remember reply resolve revenge Rosencrantz scarcely scene seems seen sent Shakspeare soliloquy sorrow soul speak speech spirit stage strange talk tell thee things thou thoughts tion troubled true uncle uttered watch whole wild words
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Страница 133 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Страница 98 - Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across? Plucks off my beard and blows it in my face? Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat, As deep as to the lungs?
Страница 38 - What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous; and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
Страница 21 - That it should come to this! But two months dead : nay, not so much, not two : So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might nqt beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Страница 155 - My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music. It is not madness That I have utter'd : bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word, which madness Would gambol from.
Страница 112 - Get thee to a nunnery : why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners ? I am myself indifferent honest : but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better my mother had not borne me...
Страница 114 - I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nickname God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance.
Страница 61 - Pale as his shirt ; his knees knocking each other ; And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had been loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me.
Страница 113 - I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry: Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.
Страница 204 - I do not think so; since he went into France, I have been in continual practice; I shall win at the odds. But thou wouldst not think how ill all's here about my heart; but it is no matter.