Shakspere: A Critical Study of His Mind and Art, Volume 70Kegan Paul, Trench, 1883 - 434 pagina's |
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Pagina 27
... uttered unceasingly in myriad tones from out all human life . The poetry of the Greeks gained from the contemplation of these things a pathos which , however gladly a Christian poet may forego such gain indifferent to good and evil ...
... uttered unceasingly in myriad tones from out all human life . The poetry of the Greeks gained from the contemplation of these things a pathos which , however gladly a Christian poet may forego such gain indifferent to good and evil ...
Pagina 86
... uttered with pious astonishment by the clown , when his mistress bids him to begone , " That man should be at woman's command and yet no hurt done . " Helena is the providence of the play ; and there is " no hurt done , " but rather ...
... uttered with pious astonishment by the clown , when his mistress bids him to begone , " That man should be at woman's command and yet no hurt done . " Helena is the providence of the play ; and there is " no hurt done , " but rather ...
Pagina 114
... uttering words of desperate and simple earnestness : - O God ! O nurse ! how shall this be prevented ? Some comfort , nurse . • The same unfaltering severity with which a surgeon operates is shown by Shakspere in his fidelity here to ...
... uttering words of desperate and simple earnestness : - O God ! O nurse ! how shall this be prevented ? Some comfort , nurse . • The same unfaltering severity with which a surgeon operates is shown by Shakspere in his fidelity here to ...
Pagina 119
... uttering in a rhymed sextain , ( such as might have fallen from Romeo's lips in the first Act ) his pretty lamentation . Romeo goes resol- utely forward to death . He is no longer " young Romeo , " but adult , and Paris is the boy . He ...
... uttering in a rhymed sextain , ( such as might have fallen from Romeo's lips in the first Act ) his pretty lamentation . Romeo goes resol- utely forward to death . He is no longer " young Romeo , " but adult , and Paris is the boy . He ...
Pagina 134
... - suppression leaves him in a state of weak and intense irritability . Every word uttered pricks him , and he is longing to be alone . A little bitterness escapes in his brief acrid answers to the king 134 Shakspere - His Mind and Art .
... - suppression leaves him in a state of weak and intense irritability . Every word uttered pricks him , and he is longing to be alone . A little bitterness escapes in his brief acrid answers to the king 134 Shakspere - His Mind and Art .
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Populaire passages
Pagina 240 - As I am an honest man, I thought you had received some bodily wound ; there is more offence in that than in reputation. Reputation is an idle and most false imposition ; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving : you have lost no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself such a loser.
Pagina 174 - And the armies which were in heaven followed him upon white horses, clothed in fine linen, white and clean. And out of his mouth goeth a sharp sword, that with it he should smite the nations : and he shall rule them with a rod of iron : and he treadeth the winepress of the fierceness and wrath of Almighty God. And he hath on his vesture and on his thigh a name written, King of Kings, and Lord of Lords.
Pagina 411 - gainst my fury Do I take part. The rarer action is In virtue, than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further.
Pagina 199 - This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall, Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth...
Pagina 77 - I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation ; nor the musician's which is fantastical ; nor the courtier's, which is proud ; nor the soldier's, which is ambitious ; nor the lawyer's, which is politic ; nor the lady's, which is nice ; nor the lover's, which is all these : but it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and, indeed, the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
Pagina 367 - ... the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way ; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and a babbled of green fields.
Pagina 255 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Pagina 217 - I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester!
Pagina 288 - And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry 'Havoc!' and let slip the dogs of war; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.
Pagina 345 - I saw young Harry,— with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, — Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.