The Miscellaneous Works, Том 2H.C. Baird, 1854 |
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... spirit of the ancient Romans , of the French in their wars with the English , of the English themselves during a ... spirits ; calls up the midnight ghost ; exhibits before us his witches amidst their unhallowed mysteries ; peoples the ...
... spirit of the ancient Romans , of the French in their wars with the English , of the English themselves during a ... spirits ; calls up the midnight ghost ; exhibits before us his witches amidst their unhallowed mysteries ; peoples the ...
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... spirits and nature have laid all their treasures at his feet . In strength a demi - god , in profundity of view a prophet , in all - seeing wisdom a protecting spirit of a higher order , he lowers himself to mortals , as if unconscious ...
... spirits and nature have laid all their treasures at his feet . In strength a demi - god , in profundity of view a prophet , in all - seeing wisdom a protecting spirit of a higher order , he lowers himself to mortals , as if unconscious ...
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... spirits in thine ear , And chastise with the valor of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round , Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crowned withal . " This swelling exultation and keen spirit of triumph ...
... spirits in thine ear , And chastise with the valor of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round , Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crowned withal . " This swelling exultation and keen spirit of triumph ...
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... spirit and fatal effect afterwards , when he turns this very suggestion arising in Othello's own breast to her prejudice . " OTHELLO . And yet how nature erring from itself- IAGO . Ay , there's the point ; -as , to be bold with you ...
... spirit and fatal effect afterwards , when he turns this very suggestion arising in Othello's own breast to her prejudice . " OTHELLO . And yet how nature erring from itself- IAGO . Ay , there's the point ; -as , to be bold with you ...
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... spirit . " There is considerable gaiety and ease in his dialogue with Emilia and Desdemona on their landing . It is then holiday time with him ; but yet the general satire is biting , and his idea of human character is finely expressed ...
... spirit . " There is considerable gaiety and ease in his dialogue with Emilia and Desdemona on their landing . It is then holiday time with him ; but yet the general satire is biting , and his idea of human character is finely expressed ...
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Страница 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...
Страница 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!
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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!
Страница 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?