Comedy of Twelfth Night, Or What You WillHarper & brothers, 1882 - 174 pages |
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... heart , like the sounds which the passing wind draws from the trembling strings of a harp left on some desert shore ! [ From Mrs. Jameson's " Characteristics of Women . ” * ] The situation and the character of Viola have been cen- sured ...
... heart , like the sounds which the passing wind draws from the trembling strings of a harp left on some desert shore ! [ From Mrs. Jameson's " Characteristics of Women . ” * ] The situation and the character of Viola have been cen- sured ...
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... ever fail to charm or to interest , to seize on the coldest fancy , to touch the most insensible heart ? Viola then is the chosen favourite of the enamoured Duke , and becomes his messenger to Olivia , and the interpreter INTRODUCTION . 15.
... ever fail to charm or to interest , to seize on the coldest fancy , to touch the most insensible heart ? Viola then is the chosen favourite of the enamoured Duke , and becomes his messenger to Olivia , and the interpreter INTRODUCTION . 15.
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... heart does not beat freely under it . As in the old ballad , where " Sweet William " is detected weeping in secret over her " man's array , ' " * so in Viola a sweet consciousness of her feminine nature is forever breaking through her ...
... heart does not beat freely under it . As in the old ballad , where " Sweet William " is detected weeping in secret over her " man's array , ' " * so in Viola a sweet consciousness of her feminine nature is forever breaking through her ...
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... heart of stone , And laid mine honour too unchary out ; There's something in me that reproves my fault ; But such a headstrong potent fault it is , That it but mocks reproof ! " And in the midst of her self - abandonment never allows us ...
... heart of stone , And laid mine honour too unchary out ; There's something in me that reproves my fault ; But such a headstrong potent fault it is , That it but mocks reproof ! " And in the midst of her self - abandonment never allows us ...
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... heart of some grave and formal dispenser of justice , and made him look with tolerance , if not with sympathy , upon the mistakes of less grave and formal men ; and here its ever - gushing spirit of enjoyment of fun with- out malice ...
... heart of some grave and formal dispenser of justice , and made him look with tolerance , if not with sympathy , upon the mistakes of less grave and formal men ; and here its ever - gushing spirit of enjoyment of fun with- out malice ...
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allusion Antonio bear-baiting beauty better brother Brownist Bussy d'Ambois Captain Cesario character Clarke Clown Cockatrices Coll comedy cross-gartered Curio Cymb dear devil dost thou doth Duke edition editors Enter SIR TOBY Exeunt Exit eyes Fabian Falstaff favour fellow folio reading fool galliard gentleman give Halliwell cites Halliwell quotes Hanmer hath heart humour Illyria Johnson knave lady later folios Lear lord love of Olivia Macb madam madonna Malone Malvolio Maria Marry Middle Temple mistress never niece Olivia Orsino passage peace pia mater play prithee Re-enter Rich SCENE Schmidt Sebastian Shakespeare Shakspere Shakspere Society sing Sir Andrew Sir Toby Belch Sir Toby's Sir Topas smile song Sonn soul speak Steevens quotes sweet tell Temp thee Theo There's thou art thought Twelfth Night Viola Warb word yellow stockings youth
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Page 25 - If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Page 48 - Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love, And sing them loud even in the dead of night; Holla your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out, Olivia!
Page 54 - O, mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear ; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low : Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers' meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Page 117 - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Page 82 - Go, hang yourselves all ! you are idle shallow things : I am not of your element : you shall know more hereafter. [Exit. Sir To. Is't possible ? Fab. If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
Page 62 - She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Page 47 - Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on. Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive, If you will lead these graces to the grave, And leave the world no copy.
Page 14 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i...
Page 113 - For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas ! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day, But when I came unto my bed, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, With toss-pots still had drunken head, For the rain it raineth every day.
Page 14 - But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more: but indeed Our shows are more than will; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. DUKE. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? VIOLA. I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too: and yet I know not.