An Essay on the Writings and Genius of Shakespear: Compared with the Greek and French Dramatic Poets. With Some Remarks Upon the Misrepresentations of Mons. de VoltaireH. Hughs, 1772 - 288 من الصفحات |
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... blood , And an adopted name of privilege , : A hare - brain'd Hotspur govern'd by a spleen . The great afpiring foul of Hotspur bears out rebellion : it seems , in him , to flow from an uncontrollable energy of foul , born to give laws ...
... blood , And an adopted name of privilege , : A hare - brain'd Hotspur govern'd by a spleen . The great afpiring foul of Hotspur bears out rebellion : it seems , in him , to flow from an uncontrollable energy of foul , born to give laws ...
الصفحة 97
... blood He'll breed revengement , and a scourge for me . But thou do'st 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 mif - treadings . Tell me , else Could ...
... blood He'll breed revengement , and a scourge for me . But thou do'st 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 mif - treadings . Tell me , else Could ...
الصفحة 98
... blood . The hope and expectation of thy time Is ruin'd , and the foul of every man Prophetically does fore - think thy fall . Had I fo lavish of my prefence been , So common - hackney'd in the eyes of men , So stale and cheap to vulgar ...
... blood . The hope and expectation of thy time Is ruin'd , and the foul of every man Prophetically does fore - think thy fall . Had I fo lavish of my prefence been , So common - hackney'd in the eyes of men , So stale and cheap to vulgar ...
الصفحة 116
... 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 ...
الصفحة 118
... 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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الصفحة 268 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
الصفحة 194 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
الصفحة 258 - 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.
الصفحة 269 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend...
الصفحة 265 - Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill; Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
الصفحة 266 - 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.
الصفحة 181 - 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, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of...
الصفحة 211 - Are they inform'd of this? My breath and blood!— Fiery? the fiery duke?— Tell the hot duke, that— No, but not yet: — may be, he is not well: Infirmity doth still neglect all office, Whereto our health is bound; we are not ourselves, When nature, being oppress'd, commands the mind To suffer with the body: I'll forbear; And am fallen out with my more headier...
الصفحة 270 - I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
الصفحة 262 - 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!