An Essay on the Writings and Genius of Shakespeare: Compared with the Greek and French Dramatic Poets; with Some Remarks Upon the Misrepresentations of Mons. de VoltairePriestley, 1810 - 296ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... blood , And an adopted name of privilege , A hair - brain'd Hotspur govern'd by a spleen . 1 The great aspiring soul of Hotspur bears out rebellion it seems , in him , to flow from from an uncontrollable energy of soul , born to give ...
... blood , And an adopted name of privilege , A hair - brain'd Hotspur govern'd by a spleen . 1 The great aspiring soul of Hotspur bears out rebellion it seems , in him , to flow from from an uncontrollable energy of soul , born to give ...
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... blood He'll breed revengement , and a scourge for me . But thou dost in thy passages of life Make me believe that thou art only mark'd For the hot vengeance and the rod of heav'n , To punish my mis - treadings . Tell me , else Could ...
... blood He'll breed revengement , and a scourge for me . But thou dost in thy passages of life Make me believe that thou art only mark'd For the hot vengeance and the rod of heav'n , To punish my mis - treadings . Tell me , else Could ...
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... blood , He was the mark and glass , copy and book , That fashion'd others . And him , wond'rous him ! O miracle of men ! him did you leave To look upon the hideous god of war In disadvantage ; to abide a field Where nothing but the ...
... blood , He was the mark and glass , copy and book , That fashion'd others . And him , wond'rous him ! O miracle of men ! him did you leave To look upon the hideous god of war In disadvantage ; to abide a field Where nothing but the ...
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... blood Of fair king Richard , scrap'd from Pomfret stones ; Derives from Heaven his quarrel and his cause ; Tells them he doth bestride a bleeding land Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke : And more , and less , do flock to follow ...
... blood Of fair king Richard , scrap'd from Pomfret stones ; Derives from Heaven his quarrel and his cause ; Tells them he doth bestride a bleeding land Gasping for life under great Bolingbroke : And more , and less , do flock to follow ...
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... blood , and made it heavy thick , Which else runs trickling up and down the veins , Making that idiot laughter keep men's eyes , And strain their cheeks to idle merriment , ( A passion hateful to my purposes ; ) Or if thou couldest see ...
... blood , and made it heavy thick , Which else runs trickling up and down the veins , Making that idiot laughter keep men's eyes , And strain their cheeks to idle merriment , ( A passion hateful to my purposes ; ) Or if thou couldest see ...
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243 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
162 ÆäÀÌÁö - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble...
242 ÆäÀÌÁö - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept. Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that, on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse.
233 ÆäÀÌÁö - So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men : he loves no plays. As thou dost, Antony ; he hears no music ; Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort, As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing.
245 ÆäÀÌÁö - This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
240 ÆäÀÌÁö - O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers; Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times.
235 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend: so Caesar may; Then, lest he may, prevent.
124 ÆäÀÌÁö - Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war...
150 ÆäÀÌÁö - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part ; And each particular hair to stand an end. Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
239 ÆäÀÌÁö - He, only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle; and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world, This was a man!