Characteristics of Women, Moral, Poetical, and Historical, 2 tomas;70 tomasSaunders and Otley, 1858 |
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Characteristics of Women– Moral, Poetical, and Historical, 2 tomas Mrs. Jameson (Anna) Visos knygos peržiūra - 1836 |
Characteristics of Women, Moral, Poetical, and Historical, 2 tomas Mrs. Jameson (Anna) Visos knygos peržiūra - 1833 |
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
admirable affection Anna Bullen Antigone Antony APOLLODORUS ARSINOE Arthur beauty Bretagne Cæsar character CHARMIAN CLEOPATRA colouring Constance Cordelia CORIOLANUS CRESSIDA CYMBELINE daughter death demona Desdemona despair dignity dramatic Duchess duchy of Bretagne Elinor eloquence eyes fancy father fear feeling female feminine fond gentle give grace grief hath heart heaven Henry Henry II Hermione heroine honour horror husband Iachimo Iago imagination Imogen intellect Juliet Katherine Katherine's king Lady Macbeth Lear Leontes lord madam manner Margaret Margaret of Anjou Medea MESSENGER mind mother murder nature never noble Octavia Othello passion pathos patra PAULINA PISANIO pity placed play poetical poetry Polynices Portia portrait Posthumus pr'ythee pride prince queen racter scene sense sentiment Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's simplicity sisters sorrow soul speak spirit story sweet tears temper tenderness thee thing thou art tion tragedy true truth virtue VOLUMNIA whole wife Wolsey woman women words Zinevra
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315 psl. - Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, • Against the use of nature...
317 psl. - Like the poor cat i' the adage? Macb. Prithee, peace I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. Lady M. What beast was't then That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man.
228 psl. - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
322 psl. - Glamis thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be What thou art promised : yet do I fear thy nature; \ It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way...
155 psl. - tis most certain, Iras. Saucy lictors Will catch at us, like strumpets ; and scald rhymers Ballad us out o' tune : the quick comedians Extemporally will stage us, and present Our Alexandrian revels : Antony Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness I
291 psl. - Orpheus with his lute made trees. And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring.
218 psl. - And, father cardinal, I have heard you say That we shall see and know our friends in heaven : If that be true, I shall see my boy again...
99 psl. - Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth : I love your majesty According to my bond ; nor more nor less.
93 psl. - O my dear father ! Restoration, hang Thy medicine on my lips ; and let this kiss Repair those violent harms, that my two sisters Have in thy reverence made ! Kent.
104 psl. - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.