Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of DenmarkHarper, 1889 - 285 pages |
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... keeping within my limited space . The play is one of the longest ( about twice as long as Macbeth ) , and the amount that has been written about it far exceeds that on any other of Shakespeare's works . Furness does not exaggerate when ...
... keeping within my limited space . The play is one of the longest ( about twice as long as Macbeth ) , and the amount that has been written about it far exceeds that on any other of Shakespeare's works . Furness does not exaggerate when ...
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... keeps it down , under the most trying circumstances , with such inflexible firmness that an eloquent critic has seriously questioned whether his attach- ment was real . The determination of his character appears again at the death of ...
... keeps it down , under the most trying circumstances , with such inflexible firmness that an eloquent critic has seriously questioned whether his attach- ment was real . The determination of his character appears again at the death of ...
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... keep sight of one uniform design , deliber ately and with effort holds that design persistently before him . When Shakspere completed Hamlet , he must have trusted himself and trusted his audience ; he trusts himself to enter into ...
... keep sight of one uniform design , deliber ately and with effort holds that design persistently before him . When Shakspere completed Hamlet , he must have trusted himself and trusted his audience ; he trusts himself to enter into ...
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... keep alive within himself a sense of the importance of any positive , limited thing , —a deed , for example . Things in their actual , phenomenal aspect flit before him as transitory , acci- dental , and unreal . And the absolute truth ...
... keep alive within himself a sense of the importance of any positive , limited thing , —a deed , for example . Things in their actual , phenomenal aspect flit before him as transitory , acci- dental , and unreal . And the absolute truth ...
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... keep you in the rear of your affection , Out of the shot and danger of desire . The chariest maid is prodigal enough , If she unmask her beauty to the moon . Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes ; The canker galls the infants of ...
... keep you in the rear of your affection , Out of the shot and danger of desire . The chariest maid is prodigal enough , If she unmask her beauty to the moon . Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes ; The canker galls the infants of ...
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Page 110 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Page 64 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood...
Page 113 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law : but 'tis not so above ; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence.
Page 50 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shows of grief, That can denote me truly : these, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play ; But I have that within, which passeth show, These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Page 62 - What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, : . Making night hideous ; and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls ? Say, why is this ? wherefore ? what should we do ? [Ghost beckons Hamlet.
Page 62 - What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord, Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff That beetles o'er his base into the sea, And there assume some other horrible form, Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason And draw you into madness? think of it; The very place puts toys of desperation, Without more motive, into every brain That looks so many fathoms to the sea And hears it roar beneath.
Page 51 - gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
Page 56 - Think it no more : For nature, crescent, does not grow alone In thews and bulk; but, as this temple waxes, The inward service of the mind and soul Grows wide withal.
Page 96 - With a bare bodkin; who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Page 73 - Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other; And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had been loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me.