Introduction to Shakespeare's Plays, Containing an Essay on Oratory

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John Bell; and C. Etherington, at York, 1773 - 57 trang
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Trang 41 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Trang 45 - How that might change his nature, there's the question: It is the bright day that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking. Crown him? — that? And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, That at his will he may do danger with.
Trang 48 - ... creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the Lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Trang 41 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest ; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before.
Trang 35 - Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Trang 38 - O my soul's joy ! If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death ! And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas, Olympus-high ; and duck again as low As hell's from heaven ! If it were now to die, 'Twere now to be most happy ; for, I fear, My soul hath her content so absolute, That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Trang 30 - He is the Rock, his work is perfect : for all his ways are judgment: a God of truth and without iniquity, just and right is he.
Trang 40 - Which reason, joining or disjoining, frames All what we' affirm or what deny, and call Our knowledge or opinion ; then retires Into her private cell, when nature rests. Oft in her absence mimic fancy wakes To imitate her; but, misjoining shapes, Wild work produces oft, and most in dreams ; 111 matching words and deeds long past or late.
Trang 30 - For the Lord's portion is his people ; Jacob is the lot of his inheritance. He found him in a desert land, and in the waste howling wilderness; he led him about, he instructed him, he kept him as the apple of his eye.
Trang 45 - Tis a confummation Devoutly to be wifh'd. To die — to fleep — To fleep ' perchance to dream ? ay, there's the rub ; For in that fleep of death what dreams may come, When we have fhuffied off this mortal coil, Muft give us paufe.

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