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... fortune or the storm of passion , than Macbeth in himself would have lost the identity of his person . Thus he is as distinct a being from Richard III . as it is possible to imagine , though these two characters in common hands , and ...
... fortune or the storm of passion , than Macbeth in himself would have lost the identity of his person . Thus he is as distinct a being from Richard III . as it is possible to imagine , though these two characters in common hands , and ...
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... of her personal charms in her attachment and devotedness to her husband . " She is subdued even to the very quality of her lord " ; and to Othello's " honours and his valiant parts her soul and fortunes consecrates . " The lady Othello 39.
... of her personal charms in her attachment and devotedness to her husband . " She is subdued even to the very quality of her lord " ; and to Othello's " honours and his valiant parts her soul and fortunes consecrates . " The lady Othello 39.
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William Hazlitt. parts her soul and fortunes consecrates . " The lady protests so much herself , and she is as good as her word . The truth of conception , with which timidity and boldness are united in the same char- acter , is ...
William Hazlitt. parts her soul and fortunes consecrates . " The lady protests so much herself , and she is as good as her word . The truth of conception , with which timidity and boldness are united in the same char- acter , is ...
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... marriage of Othello . " Roderigo . What a full fortune does the thick lips owe , If he can carry her thus ! lago . Call up her father : Rouse him ( Othello ) make after him , poison 42 Characters of Shakespear's Plays.
... marriage of Othello . " Roderigo . What a full fortune does the thick lips owe , If he can carry her thus ! lago . Call up her father : Rouse him ( Othello ) make after him , poison 42 Characters of Shakespear's Plays.
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... fortune , and his naked exposure in a wild forest digging roots from the earth for his sustenance , with a lofty spirit of self - denial , and bitter scorn of the world , which raise him higher in our esteem than the dazzling gloss of ...
... fortune , and his naked exposure in a wild forest digging roots from the earth for his sustenance , with a lofty spirit of self - denial , and bitter scorn of the world , which raise him higher in our esteem than the dazzling gloss of ...
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acter admirable affections answer Antony Apemantus appear banish Banquo beauty blood Bolingbroke breath Brutus Cæsar Caliban Cassius char character Claudio comedy comic Cordelia Coriolanus critic CYMBELINE daughter death Desdemona Dost thou doth dramatic eyes Falstaff father favour fear feeling fool fortune friends genius give Gonerill grace grave Hamlet hath hear heart heaven Henry honour Hubert human humour Iago imagination Juliet JULIUS CÆSAR king lady Lear live look lord lover Macbeth Malvolio manner Mark Antony MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM mind moral nature never night noble Othello passages passion Perdita person pity pleasure poet poetry Prince refined Regan revenge Richard Richard III Romeo ROMEO AND JULIET scene sense Shakespear shew Sir Toby sleep soul speak speech spirit story striking sweet tender thee things thou art thought Titus Andronicus tongue tragedy true truth W. E. Henley wife words youth
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Page 94 - 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...
Page 178 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Page 26 - O, you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome, Knew you not Pompey? Many a time and oft Have you climb'd up to walls and battlements, To towers and windows, yea, to chimney-tops, Your infants in your arms, and there have sat The live-long day, with patient expectation, To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome...
Page 166 - And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Page 118 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars...
Page xxi - Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Page 263 - For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Page 130 - How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? LEAR. You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave; thou art a soul in bliss; but I am bound upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears do scald like molten lead.
Page 91 - em. Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me ; wouldst give me Water with berries in't ; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o...
Page 166 - All murder'd— for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court; and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...