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... Othello . Her father lov'd me ; oft invited me ; Still question'd me the story of my life , From year to year ; the battles , seiges , fortunes , That I had past . I ran it through , ev'n from my boyish days , To th ' very moment that ...
... Othello . Her father lov'd me ; oft invited me ; Still question'd me the story of my life , From year to year ; the battles , seiges , fortunes , That I had past . I ran it through , ev'n from my boyish days , To th ' very moment that ...
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... Othello , Act I. Sc . 8 . In this instance it will be observed that admiration con- curred with pity to produce love . VOL . I. 10 SECTION VI . Causes of the Passions of Fear and Part 1. ] 77 EMOTIONS AND PASSIONS . 17.
... Othello , Act I. Sc . 8 . In this instance it will be observed that admiration con- curred with pity to produce love . VOL . I. 10 SECTION VI . Causes of the Passions of Fear and Part 1. ] 77 EMOTIONS AND PASSIONS . 17.
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... Othello : Iago , by dark hints and suspicious circumstances , had roused Othello's jealousy ; which , however , appeared too slightly founded to be 80 [ Chap . 2 . EMOTIONS AND PASSIONS .
... Othello : Iago , by dark hints and suspicious circumstances , had roused Othello's jealousy ; which , however , appeared too slightly founded to be 80 [ Chap . 2 . EMOTIONS AND PASSIONS .
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... Othello . Make me see't ; or , at the least , so prove it , That the probation bear no hinge or loop To hang a doubt on : or wo upon thy life ! Iago . My noble lord- Othello . If thou dost slander her , and torture me , Never pray more ...
... Othello . Make me see't ; or , at the least , so prove it , That the probation bear no hinge or loop To hang a doubt on : or wo upon thy life ! Iago . My noble lord- Othello . If thou dost slander her , and torture me , Never pray more ...
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... Othello , where Desdemona calls for a song expressive of her distress . Wonderful is the delicacy of that writ- er's taste , which fails him not even in the most refined emotions of human nature . Melancholy music is suited to slight ...
... Othello , where Desdemona calls for a song expressive of her distress . Wonderful is the delicacy of that writ- er's taste , which fails him not even in the most refined emotions of human nature . Melancholy music is suited to slight ...
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