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... Macbeth or Hamlet , to carry to a listener any meaning . You have to know quite a little of what life has to offer be- fore you understand Falstaff or lago or Juliet or Malvolio . Knowledge comes from many sources : daily living ...
... Macbeth or Hamlet , to carry to a listener any meaning . You have to know quite a little of what life has to offer be- fore you understand Falstaff or lago or Juliet or Malvolio . Knowledge comes from many sources : daily living ...
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... Macbeth you must be overpowered with ambition to the point of murder , to be a Lear you must be " every inch a king " but in your decline , to be a Romeo you must be full of " rapture and a wild desire , " to be a Katherine you must be ...
... Macbeth you must be overpowered with ambition to the point of murder , to be a Lear you must be " every inch a king " but in your decline , to be a Romeo you must be full of " rapture and a wild desire , " to be a Katherine you must be ...
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... Macbeth . 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 ...
... Macbeth . 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 ...
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... Macbeth . Alack , I am afraid they have awaked And ' tis not done . The attempt and not the deed Confounds us . Hark ... Macbeth My husband ! Macbeth . I have done the deed . Didst thou not hear a noise ? Lady Macbeth . I heard the owl ...
... Macbeth . Alack , I am afraid they have awaked And ' tis not done . The attempt and not the deed Confounds us . Hark ... Macbeth My husband ! Macbeth . I have done the deed . Didst thou not hear a noise ? Lady Macbeth . I heard the owl ...
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... Macbeth to soliloquize on life thus ? Is he philosophizing or is he tired of living ? Find your cue in Shakespeare's play Macbeth . To - morrow , and to - morrow , and to - morrow , Creeps in this petty pace from day to day , To the ...
... Macbeth to soliloquize on life thus ? Is he philosophizing or is he tired of living ? Find your cue in Shakespeare's play Macbeth . To - morrow , and to - morrow , and to - morrow , Creeps in this petty pace from day to day , To the ...
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Page 159 - That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Page 7 - GROW old along with me ! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made : Our times are in His hand Who saith ' A whole I planned, Youth shows but half ; trust God : see all, nor be afraid...
Page 22 - Gentlemen may cry peace! peace! but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
Page 145 - O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes ! O thou Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow...
Page 193 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE ; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
Page 83 - Here I opened wide the door; — Darkness there, and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore;" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore.
Page 151 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Page 67 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation, and he rails, Even there where merchants most do congregate, On me, my bargains, and my well-won thrift, Which he calls interest.
Page 100 - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Page 21 - The war is inevitable — and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come ! It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, peace; but there is no peace.