Shakespeare's Heroines: Characteristics of Women, Moral, Poetical, and HistoricalG. Bell and Sons, 1879 - 391 sider |
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Side 22
... expression of them . In character it is the absence of truth , sensibility , and reflection . The vulgar in manner is the result of vulgarity of character ; it is grossness , hardness , or affectation . If you would see how Shakspeare ...
... expression of them . In character it is the absence of truth , sensibility , and reflection . The vulgar in manner is the result of vulgarity of character ; it is grossness , hardness , or affectation . If you would see how Shakspeare ...
Side 23
... expression than any part of the dialogue appropriated to Beatrice and Rosalind , may excuse it to our judgment , but does not reconcile it to our taste . Much has been said , and more might be said , on this subject ; but I would rather ...
... expression than any part of the dialogue appropriated to Beatrice and Rosalind , may excuse it to our judgment , but does not reconcile it to our taste . Much has been said , and more might be said , on this subject ; but I would rather ...
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... expressions , which are calculated to strike a shuddering horror through the nerves ; the reflections she interposes , her delays and circumlocution to give time for any latent feeling of commiseration to display itself ; all , all are ...
... expressions , which are calculated to strike a shuddering horror through the nerves ; the reflections she interposes , her delays and circumlocution to give time for any latent feeling of commiseration to display itself ; all , all are ...
Side 69
... expression , as though they had grown up in her mind from long and deep meditation in the silence and solitude of her convent cell : O , it is excellent To have a giant's strength ; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant . Could ...
... expression , as though they had grown up in her mind from long and deep meditation in the silence and solitude of her convent cell : O , it is excellent To have a giant's strength ; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant . Could ...
Side 74
... expression almost fearful ; and both are carried to an extreme , which is perfectly in character : O faithless coward ! O dishonest wretch ! Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice ? Is't not a kind of incest to take life From thine own ...
... expression almost fearful ; and both are carried to an extreme , which is perfectly in character : O faithless coward ! O dishonest wretch ! Wilt thou be made a man out of my vice ? Is't not a kind of incest to take life From thine own ...
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admirable affection ALDA Antigone Antony Bassanio Beatrice beauty Benedick Bretagne Cæsar Camiola character charm CHARMIAN CLEOPATRA colouring Constance Cordelia Coriolanus CYMBELINE daughter death delicacy delineation Desdemona dignity dramatic Elinor eloquence exquisite eyes fancy father fear feeling female feminine fond gentle grace grief Hamlet hath heart heaven Helena Hermione heroine honour horror husband Iago imagination Imogen impression innocence intellect Isabella Juliet Katherine king Lady Macbeth Lear Leontes lord lover madam Madame de Staël manner marriage MEDON mind Miranda moral mother nature never noble Octavia once Ophelia Othello passion Perdita perfect pity placed play Plutarch poetical poetry Polynices Portia portrait Posthumus pride prince queen racter romance Romeo Romeo and Juliet Rosalind Roussillon scene scorn sense sentiment Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shylock simplicity soft soul speak spirit sweet temper tenderness thee things thou thought tragedy true truth vex'd Viola virtue VOLUMNIA whole wife woman women words
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Side 312 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Side 364 - Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since? And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valour 40 As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting ' I dare not ' wait upon ' I would,' Like the poor cat i
Side 233 - And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is, and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Side 368 - Thus thou must do, if thou have it"; And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should be undone. Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Side 320 - You are my true and honourable wife ; As dear to me as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart.
Side 372 - Are you a man ? Macb. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Which might appal the devil. Lady M. O proper stuff ! This is the very painting of your fear : This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said, Led you to Duncan.
Side 136 - Give me those flowers there, Dorcas. — Reverend sirs, For you there's rosemary and rue ; these keep Seeming and savour all the Winter long : Grace and remembrance be to you both,7 And welcome to our shearing ! Polix.
Side 62 - Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does.
Side 350 - Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Side 108 - Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night : It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden ; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say — It lightens.