Elements of CriticismConner & Cooke, 1833 - 504 pages |
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... C¿sar's vesture wounded ? look you here ! Here is himself , marr'd , as you see , by traitors . Julius Casar , Act III . Sc . 6 . Had Antony endeavored to excite his audience to vengeance , with- out paving the way by raising their ...
... C¿sar's vesture wounded ? look you here ! Here is himself , marr'd , as you see , by traitors . Julius Casar , Act III . Sc . 6 . Had Antony endeavored to excite his audience to vengeance , with- out paving the way by raising their ...
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... Julius C¿sar , Act I. Sc . 3 . Glo'ster , inflamed with resentment against his son Edgar , could even force himself into a momentary conviction that they were not related : O strange fasten'd villain ! Would he deny his letter ? -I ...
... Julius C¿sar , Act I. Sc . 3 . Glo'ster , inflamed with resentment against his son Edgar , could even force himself into a momentary conviction that they were not related : O strange fasten'd villain ! Would he deny his letter ? -I ...
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... Julius C¿sar , Act I. Sc . 3 . Cleopatra . I dreamt there was an Emp'ror Antony ; Oh such another sleep , that I might see But such another man ! His face was as the heavens and therein stuck A sun and moon , which kept their course ...
... Julius C¿sar , Act I. Sc . 3 . Cleopatra . I dreamt there was an Emp'ror Antony ; Oh such another sleep , that I might see But such another man ! His face was as the heavens and therein stuck A sun and moon , which kept their course ...
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... C¿sar's spirit , ranging for revenge , With Atê by his side come hot from hell , Shall in these confines , with a monarch's voice , Cry , Havock ! and let slip the dogs of war . Julius C¿sar , Act III . Sc . 4 . No desire is more ...
... C¿sar's spirit , ranging for revenge , With Atê by his side come hot from hell , Shall in these confines , with a monarch's voice , Cry , Havock ! and let slip the dogs of war . Julius C¿sar , Act III . Sc . 4 . No desire is more ...
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... Julius C¿sar , Act II . Sc . 3 . Vos mains seules ont droit de vaincre un invincible . Le Cid , Act V. Sc . last . Que son nom soit beni . Que son nom soit chanté , Que l'on celebre ses ouvrages Au de la de l'eternité . Esther , Act ...
... Julius C¿sar , Act II . Sc . 3 . Vos mains seules ont droit de vaincre un invincible . Le Cid , Act V. Sc . last . Que son nom soit beni . Que son nom soit chanté , Que l'on celebre ses ouvrages Au de la de l'eternité . Esther , Act ...
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Page 143 - All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens : Teach thy necessity to reason thus ; There is no virtue like necessity.
Page 371 - And now go to ; I will tell you what I will do to my vineyard : I will take away the hedge thereof, and it shall be eaten up, And break down the wall thereof, and it shall be trodden down...
Page 395 - There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond; And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; As who should say, "I am Sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
Page 112 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Page 439 - With mazy error under pendent shades Ran nectar, visiting each plant, and fed Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
Page 400 - With thee conversing I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds...
Page 399 - But whate'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time ; If ever you have look'd on better days, If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast, If ever from your eyelids wiped a tear And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied, Let gentleness my strong enforcement be : In the which hope I blush, and hide my sword.
Page 226 - I better brook the loss of brittle life Than those proud titles thou hast won of me ; They wound my thoughts worse than thy sword my flesh : But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool ; And time, that takes survey of all the world, Must have a stop.
Page 388 - Why, well : Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Page 377 - 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.