Elements of CriticismConner & Cooke, 1833 - 504 pages |
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... Othello . Her father lov'd me ; oft invited me ; Still questioned me the story of my life , From year to year ; the battles , sieges , fortunes , That I have past . I ran it through , e'en from my boyish days , To th ' very moment that ...
... Othello . Her father lov'd me ; oft invited me ; Still questioned me the story of my life , From year to year ; the battles , sieges , fortunes , That I have past . I ran it through , e'en from my boyish days , To th ' very moment that ...
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... Othello : Iago , by dark hints and suspicious circumstances , had roused Othello's jealousy ; which , however , appeared too slightly founded to be vented upon Desde- mona , its proper object . The perturbation and distress of mind ...
... Othello : Iago , by dark hints and suspicious circumstances , had roused Othello's jealousy ; which , however , appeared too slightly founded to be vented upon Desde- mona , its proper object . The perturbation and distress of mind ...
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... Othello , where Desdemona calls for a song expres- sive of her distress . Wonderful is the delicacy of that writer's taste , which fails him not even in the most refined emotions of hu- man nature . Melancholy music is suited to slight ...
... Othello , where Desdemona calls for a song expres- sive of her distress . Wonderful is the delicacy of that writer's taste , which fails him not even in the most refined emotions of hu- man nature . Melancholy music is suited to slight ...
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... Othello's soliloquy before putting his wife to death , love and jealousy are represented , each exerting its whole force , but without any struggle : Othello was naturally inflexible ; and the tenderest love could not divert him from a ...
... Othello's soliloquy before putting his wife to death , love and jealousy are represented , each exerting its whole force , but without any struggle : Othello was naturally inflexible ; and the tenderest love could not divert him from a ...
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... Othello . It is the cause , it is the cause , my soul ; - Let me not name it to you , you chaste stars ! It is the cause- -Yet I'll not shed her blood , Nor scar that whiter skin of her's than snow , And smooth as monumental alabaster ...
... Othello . It is the cause , it is the cause , my soul ; - Let me not name it to you , you chaste stars ! It is the cause- -Yet I'll not shed her blood , Nor scar that whiter skin of her's than snow , And smooth as monumental alabaster ...
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Elements of Criticism: With the Author's Last Corrections and Additions Henry Home Kames No preview available - 2019 |
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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.