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 - 384 sider |
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Side xii
... dramatist , is , indeed , most certain . Nor is it less so , that in composing his dramas he gave the most unlimited scope to his poetic invention , -indulging the fullest , the boldest , and most delicate play of his fancy , without ...
... dramatist , is , indeed , most certain . Nor is it less so , that in composing his dramas he gave the most unlimited scope to his poetic invention , -indulging the fullest , the boldest , and most delicate play of his fancy , without ...
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... dramatist , the greater ever is the task , not only of expression , but of completion , in a kindred spirit of art , imposed upon its histrionic representative . The more thoroughly any reader shall have possessed himself of the true ...
... dramatist , the greater ever is the task , not only of expression , but of completion , in a kindred spirit of art , imposed upon its histrionic representative . The more thoroughly any reader shall have possessed himself of the true ...
Side xx
... dramatist by canons to which he is not amenable , — but , having their intellectual vision uncon- sciously blinded or confused by the vivid and repeated impression with which the gross per- versions and often inversions of the poet's ...
... dramatist by canons to which he is not amenable , — but , having their intellectual vision uncon- sciously blinded or confused by the vivid and repeated impression with which the gross per- versions and often inversions of the poet's ...
Side xxiii
... dramatists " held up the mirror , " were not framed of marble - as a certain sort of critics among us seem to suppose - but of sensitive , imaginative , and im- passioned , as well as intellectual and heroic , flesh and blood . The ...
... dramatists " held up the mirror , " were not framed of marble - as a certain sort of critics among us seem to suppose - but of sensitive , imaginative , and im- passioned , as well as intellectual and heroic , flesh and blood . The ...
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... dramatist whatever , of any country , are we prepared to affirm so much ; but of him , the one , unrivalled and alone in his human omniscience and his dramatic omni- potence , we believe it . Nay , we believe the very contrary of that ...
... dramatist whatever , of any country , are we prepared to affirm so much ; but of him , the one , unrivalled and alone in his human omniscience and his dramatic omni- potence , we believe it . Nay , we believe the very contrary of that ...
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Side 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.
Side 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; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Side 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.
Side 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?
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 134 - O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife ! Thou know'st that Banquo, and his Fleance, lives. Lady M. But in them nature's copy's not eterne. Macb. There's comfort yet ; they are assailable ; Then be thou jocund : ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight, ere to black Hecate's summons The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note.
Side 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.