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... passion is made subser- vient to it , till it becomes the sole tyrant of our desires and aversions . Of all poets , perhaps , he alone has portrayed the mental diseases - melancholy , delirium , lunacy - with such inexpressible , and ...
... passion is made subser- vient to it , till it becomes the sole tyrant of our desires and aversions . Of all poets , perhaps , he alone has portrayed the mental diseases - melancholy , delirium , lunacy - with such inexpressible , and ...
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... passion . It is the province of the didactic reasoner to take cognizance of those results of human nature which are constantly repeated and always the same , which follow one another in regular succession , which are acted upon by large ...
... passion . It is the province of the didactic reasoner to take cognizance of those results of human nature which are constantly repeated and always the same , which follow one another in regular succession , which are acted upon by large ...
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... passion which , seeking to exaggerate whatever excites the feelings of pleasure or power in the mind , and moulding ... passion which these objects inspire can go along with the imagination which seeks to express that passion and the ...
... passion which , seeking to exaggerate whatever excites the feelings of pleasure or power in the mind , and moulding ... passion which these objects inspire can go along with the imagination which seeks to express that passion and the ...
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... passion : strip them of that connexion , and try them by ordinary conceptions and ordinary rules , and they are as grotesque and barbarous as you please . By thus lowering Shakspeare's genius to the standard of com- mon - place ...
... passion : strip them of that connexion , and try them by ordinary conceptions and ordinary rules , and they are as grotesque and barbarous as you please . By thus lowering Shakspeare's genius to the standard of com- mon - place ...
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... passion of the mind for unknown good , but experience . - The forest of Arden , in As you like it , can alone compare with the mountain scenes in CYMBELINE : yet how different the contemplative quiet of the one from the enterprising ...
... passion of the mind for unknown good , but experience . - The forest of Arden , in As you like it , can alone compare with the mountain scenes in CYMBELINE : yet how different the contemplative quiet of the one from the enterprising ...
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Page 83 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Page 13 - 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!
Page 97 - Romeo: and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Page 145 - Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king...
Page 35 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. 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 127 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.
Page 63 - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Page 109 - Hear, Nature, hear ! dear goddess, hear ! Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend To make this creature fruitful ! Into her womb convey sterility ! Dry up in her the organs of increase, And from her derogate body never spring A babe to honour her ! If she must teem...
Page 15 - A heavy summons lies like lead upon me, And yet I would not sleep. Merciful powers, Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature Gives way to in repose!
Page 81 - And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply Passion* as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?