A Philosophical Analysis and Illustration of Some of Shakespeare's Remarkable CharactersJ. Murray, 1774 - 224 pagina's |
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Pagina 52
... honours , limits his defires to objects within his reach . The most ac- tive fpirit , confined to a narrow fphere , is never defirous of unattainable glory , but is ambitious of being diftinguifhed in his condition . If , however , by ...
... honours , limits his defires to objects within his reach . The most ac- tive fpirit , confined to a narrow fphere , is never defirous of unattainable glory , but is ambitious of being diftinguifhed in his condition . If , however , by ...
Pagina 54
... honour , Alexander , after the conqueft of Perfia , grew more vain and more extravagantly ambitious than before . In ... honours : His ambition , foftered by imagination , and confirmed by fuccefs , becomes immoderate ; And his foul ...
... honour , Alexander , after the conqueft of Perfia , grew more vain and more extravagantly ambitious than before . In ... honours : His ambition , foftered by imagination , and confirmed by fuccefs , becomes immoderate ; And his foul ...
Pagina 55
... honoured and esteemed . But the diftraction which enfues from the conflict between vitious and virtuous principles render him the object of compaffion mixed with disappro- bation , The chief obftacle in the way of our felfish defires ...
... honoured and esteemed . But the diftraction which enfues from the conflict between vitious and virtuous principles render him the object of compaffion mixed with disappro- bation , The chief obftacle in the way of our felfish defires ...
Pagina 62
... honour'd me of late ; and I have bought Golden opinions from all forts of people , Which fhould be worn now in their newest glofs , Not caft afide fo foon . Thus , the irregular paffion is again repulfed : Yet fymptoms of the decay of ...
... honour'd me of late ; and I have bought Golden opinions from all forts of people , Which fhould be worn now in their newest glofs , Not caft afide fo foon . Thus , the irregular paffion is again repulfed : Yet fymptoms of the decay of ...
Pagina 64
... honour impeached . When the fense of honour is corrupted , virtue expires , Influenced by fatal prejudices , and , flat- tering himself with the hope of impunity , he he finally determines himfelf , and engages to execute the .64 THE ...
... honour impeached . When the fense of honour is corrupted , virtue expires , Influenced by fatal prejudices , and , flat- tering himself with the hope of impunity , he he finally determines himfelf , and engages to execute the .64 THE ...
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Pagina 127 - 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?
Pagina 124 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Pagina 114 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Pagina 66 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Pagina 159 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Pagina 121 - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her/ What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have...
Pagina 28 - Like Niobe, all tears; why she, even she, — O God ! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer, — married with my uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules...
Pagina 129 - Tis now the very witching time of night When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Pagina 56 - 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...
Pagina 61 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters : — To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.