Studies of Shakespeare in the Plays of King John, Cymbeline, Macbeth, As You Like It, Much Ado about Nothing, Romeo and Juliet: With Observations on the Criticism and the Acting of Those PlaysLongman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1847 - Počet stran: 384 |
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Strana iii
... LORD PRESIDENT OF HER MAJESTY'S MOST HONOURABLE PRIVY COUNCIL . MY LORD , In availing myself of your Lordship's permission to inscribe to you the following pages , I have not the re- motest idea of sheltering myself under your honoured ...
... LORD PRESIDENT OF HER MAJESTY'S MOST HONOURABLE PRIVY COUNCIL . MY LORD , In availing myself of your Lordship's permission to inscribe to you the following pages , I have not the re- motest idea of sheltering myself under your honoured ...
Strana 7
... lord chamber- lain ; and much about the same is that of his commen- tators of the old school . In Hamlet himself , on the contrary , we find , among so many other ideal qualities , a type of the superior critic , who not only examines ...
... lord chamber- lain ; and much about the same is that of his commen- tators of the old school . In Hamlet himself , on the contrary , we find , among so many other ideal qualities , a type of the superior critic , who not only examines ...
Strana 15
... Lord ! my boy ! my Arthur ! my fair son ! My life ! my joy ! my soul ! my all the world ! My widow - comfort , and my sorrow's cure ! We come now to consider the most important point of all that should guide us in judging of the ...
... Lord ! my boy ! my Arthur ! my fair son ! My life ! my joy ! my soul ! my all the world ! My widow - comfort , and my sorrow's cure ! We come now to consider the most important point of all that should guide us in judging of the ...
Strana 34
... Lord ! my boy ! my Arthur ! my fair son ! My life ! my joy ! my food ! my all the world ! My widow - comfort , and my sorrow's cure ! - her voice , it is true , rises almost into a scream : what , however , we would ask , are the whole ...
... Lord ! my boy ! my Arthur ! my fair son ! My life ! my joy ! my food ! my all the world ! My widow - comfort , and my sorrow's cure ! - her voice , it is true , rises almost into a scream : what , however , we would ask , are the whole ...
Strana 50
... lord in love , and one That had a royal lover ) took his hint ; And , not dispraising whom we prais'd ( therein He was as calm as virtue ) , he began His mistress ' picture , which by his tongue being made , And then a mind put in't ...
... lord in love , and one That had a royal lover ) took his hint ; And , not dispraising whom we prais'd ( therein He was as calm as virtue ) , he began His mistress ' picture , which by his tongue being made , And then a mind put in't ...
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Strana 313 - Do not swear at all ; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
Strana 114 - The Prince of Cumberland! that is a step On which I must fall down, or else o'erleap, For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Strana 336 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn; No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
Strana 362 - Ah, dear Juliet, Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous ; And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
Strana 145 - Are ye fantastical, or that indeed Which outwardly ye show? My noble partner You greet with present grace, and great prediction Of noble having, and of royal hope, That he seems rapt withal; to me you speak not: If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours, nor your hate.
Strana 112 - 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...
Strana 19 - And, father cardinal, I have heard you say That we shall see and know our friends in heaven: If that be true, I shall see my boy again; For since the birth of Cain, the first male child, To him that did but yesterday suspire, There was not such a gracious creature born.
Strana 125 - Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M.
Strana 310 - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself.
Strana 310 - O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name! Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.