Studies in LiteratureH.C. Turnbull, jr., 1870 - Всего страниц: 158 |
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... occasion , Thos . Jefferson Pew , without the slightest provocation , said some very scandalous things about him . Pew was so unworthy of PRENTICE's notice that I do not believe he ever replied to him ; but one morning , several years ...
... occasion , Thos . Jefferson Pew , without the slightest provocation , said some very scandalous things about him . Pew was so unworthy of PRENTICE's notice that I do not believe he ever replied to him ; but one morning , several years ...
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... occasion to Mr. PRENTICE , who said : " I recognised the priceless beauty o her genius too well to spoil it in that way . I never correc ted a word in any of her writings . On the few occasions when she had used a word which I would not ...
... occasion to Mr. PRENTICE , who said : " I recognised the priceless beauty o her genius too well to spoil it in that way . I never correc ted a word in any of her writings . On the few occasions when she had used a word which I would not ...
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... occasion the Duchess of Norfolk visited him . She was entertained for a week with the most varied and splendid generosity , but the owner of the mansion kept himself savagely inaccessible . At one time he had a hideous and an ...
... occasion the Duchess of Norfolk visited him . She was entertained for a week with the most varied and splendid generosity , but the owner of the mansion kept himself savagely inaccessible . At one time he had a hideous and an ...
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... occasion he met a ragged , bare - headed gypsy girl , about five or six years old , gathering shells . He ran up to her and exclaimed : " How much intellect is here , and what an occupation for one who once knew the whole circle of the ...
... occasion he met a ragged , bare - headed gypsy girl , about five or six years old , gathering shells . He ran up to her and exclaimed : " How much intellect is here , and what an occupation for one who once knew the whole circle of the ...
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... occasions in me whether ANTONY AND Cleopatra is not , in all exhibitions of a giant power , in its strength and vigor of maturity , a formidable rival of “ Macbeth , ” " Lear , " " Hamlet , " and " Othello . " He places it in mental ...
... occasions in me whether ANTONY AND Cleopatra is not , in all exhibitions of a giant power , in its strength and vigor of maturity , a formidable rival of “ Macbeth , ” " Lear , " " Hamlet , " and " Othello . " He places it in mental ...
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Стр. 67 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Стр. 50 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Стр. 150 - Hell is murky! — Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account? — Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? Doct. Do you mark that? Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now? — What, will these hands ne'er be clean ? — No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with this starting.
Стр. 7 - Just to think of it sets me shivering from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet.
Стр. 51 - Hence, bashful cunning ! And prompt me, plain and holy innocence ! I am your wife, if you will marry me ; If not, I'll die your maid : to be your fellow You may deny me ; but I'll be your servant, Whether you will or no.
Стр. 118 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Стр. 64 - Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep,' the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M. What do you mean ? Macb. Still it cried ' Sleep no more ! ' to all the house : ' Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more ; Macbeth shall sleep no more.
Стр. 149 - Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters ; — to beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue : look like th' innocent flower, But be the serpent under't.
Стр. 149 - The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!
Стр. 119 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair, Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.