Elements of Criticism, Том 1M. Carey, 1816 |
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Lord Henry Home Kames. much precipitation to have that effect : our emo- tions are never instantaneous ; even such as ... King Lear these pictures of human life , when we are sufficiently engaged , give an impression of reality not less ...
Lord Henry Home Kames. much precipitation to have that effect : our emo- tions are never instantaneous ; even such as ... King Lear these pictures of human life , when we are sufficiently engaged , give an impression of reality not less ...
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Lord Henry Home Kames. Leap in with me into this angry flood , And swim to yonder point ? -Upon the word , Accoutred as ... King Lear , Act II . Sc . 3 . When by great sensibility of heart , or other means , grief becomes immoderate , the ...
Lord Henry Home Kames. Leap in with me into this angry flood , And swim to yonder point ? -Upon the word , Accoutred as ... King Lear , Act II . Sc . 3 . When by great sensibility of heart , or other means , grief becomes immoderate , the ...
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... King Lear , in his distress , personifies the rain , wind , and thunder ; and , in order to justify his resentment , believes them to be taking part with his daugh- ters : Lear . Rumble thy bellyful , spit fire , spout rain ! Nor rain ...
... King Lear , in his distress , personifies the rain , wind , and thunder ; and , in order to justify his resentment , believes them to be taking part with his daugh- ters : Lear . Rumble thy bellyful , spit fire , spout rain ! Nor rain ...
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Lord Henry Home Kames. That on th ' unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes , Cannot be heard so high . I'll look no more , Lest my brain turn , and the deficient sight Topple down headlong . King Lear , Act IV . Sc . 6 . A remark is made above ...
Lord Henry Home Kames. That on th ' unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes , Cannot be heard so high . I'll look no more , Lest my brain turn , and the deficient sight Topple down headlong . King Lear , Act IV . Sc . 6 . A remark is made above ...
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Lord Henry Home Kames. In , boy , go first . You houseless poverty Nay , get thee in ; I'll pray , and then I'll sleep- Poor ... King Lear , Act III . Sc . 5 . I give another example of the same kind , express- ing sentiments arising from ...
Lord Henry Home Kames. In , boy , go first . You houseless poverty Nay , get thee in ; I'll pray , and then I'll sleep- Poor ... King Lear , Act III . Sc . 5 . I give another example of the same kind , express- ing sentiments arising from ...
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Стр. 69 - My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs : She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange ; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful : She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man ; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her.
Стр. 174 - 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.
Стр. 225 - God save the mark ! — And telling me the sovereign'st thing on Earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villainous salt-petre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and, but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier.
Стр. 181 - This day is call'd the feast of Crispian : He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
Стр. 396 - Like Niobe, all tears, why she, even she — O God ! a beast that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer — married with mine uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules...
Стр. 122 - I'll not shed her blood ; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light.
Стр. 383 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.
Стр. 224 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly...
Стр. 224 - But I remember when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new reap'd Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home.
Стр. 227 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat? O no, the apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse : Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more Than when it bites, but lanceth not the sore.