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Pagina xx
... the lids of Juno's eyes , Or Cytherea's breath " No one who does not feel the passion which these objects inspire can go along with the imagination which seeks to express that passion and the uneasy sense of delight by xx PREFACE .
... the lids of Juno's eyes , Or Cytherea's breath " No one who does not feel the passion which these objects inspire can go along with the imagination which seeks to express that passion and the uneasy sense of delight by xx PREFACE .
Pagina xxi
William Hazlitt. express that passion and the uneasy sense of delight by something still more beautiful , and no one can feel this pas- sionate love of nature without quick natural sensibility . To a mere literal and formal apprehension ...
William Hazlitt. express that passion and the uneasy sense of delight by something still more beautiful , and no one can feel this pas- sionate love of nature without quick natural sensibility . To a mere literal and formal apprehension ...
Pagina xxii
... he was wrong , what has been said may perhaps account for his being so , without detracting from his ability and judgment in other things . APRIL 5 , 1918 CYMBELINE . CYMBELINE is one of the most delightful of xxii PREFACE .
... he was wrong , what has been said may perhaps account for his being so , without detracting from his ability and judgment in other things . APRIL 5 , 1918 CYMBELINE . CYMBELINE is one of the most delightful of xxii PREFACE .
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William Hazlitt. CYMBELINE . CYMBELINE is one of the most delightful of Shakspeare's histori- cal plays . It may be considered as a dramatic romance , in which the most striking parts of the story are thrown into the form of a dialogue ...
William Hazlitt. CYMBELINE . CYMBELINE is one of the most delightful of Shakspeare's histori- cal plays . It may be considered as a dramatic romance , in which the most striking parts of the story are thrown into the form of a dialogue ...
Pagina 13
... delight in deformity and cruelty . They are hags of mischief , obscene panders to iniquity , malicious from their impotence of enjoy- ment , enamored of destruction , because they are themselves unreal , abortive , half - existences ...
... delight in deformity and cruelty . They are hags of mischief , obscene panders to iniquity , malicious from their impotence of enjoy- ment , enamored of destruction , because they are themselves unreal , abortive , half - existences ...
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admiration affectation appear beauty Ben Jonson Boccaccio breath Caliban character Chaucer circumstances comedy comic common Coriolanus critic death delight Desdemona Don Quixote dramatic Edinburgh Review equal Falstaff fancy feeling flowers folly friends genius give grace ground hand heart heaven Hudibras human humour Iago idea imagination instance interest kind king lady laugh less light live look Lord Byron lover Macbeth MALVOLIO manner Milton mind moral Muse nature never object opinion Othello passage passion perhaps person philosophical picture play pleasure poem poet poetical poetry Pope prejudice principle racter reader reason refinement Richard III ridiculous satire scene School for Scandal seems sense sentiment Shakspeare Shakspeare's sort soul speak spirit story striking style sweet Tatler thee things thou thought tion Tom Jones truth turn verse whole wild words writer
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Pagina 83 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Pagina 13 - The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!
Pagina 97 - Romeo: and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Pagina 145 - Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king...
Pagina 35 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Pagina 127 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.
Pagina 63 - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Pagina 109 - Hear, Nature, hear ! dear goddess, hear ! Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend To make this creature fruitful ! Into her womb convey sterility ! Dry up in her the organs of increase, And from her derogate body never spring A babe to honour her ! If she must teem...
Pagina 15 - A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, And yet I would not sleep. Merciful powers, Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature Gives way to in repose!
Pagina 81 - And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply Passion* as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?