Characteristics of Women: Moral, Poetical, and HistoricalWiley, 1850 - 340 psl. |
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... madam ; he of all the men that ever my foolish eyes looked upon , was the best deserving a fair lady . PORTIA . I remember him well ; and I remember him worthy of thy praise . Our interest is thus awakened for the lovers from the very ...
... madam ; he of all the men that ever my foolish eyes looked upon , was the best deserving a fair lady . PORTIA . I remember him well ; and I remember him worthy of thy praise . Our interest is thus awakened for the lovers from the very ...
83 psl.
... as the tide of feeling , now first let loose from the bursting heart , comes pouring forth in words . The whole scene is wonderfully beautiful . HELENA . What is your pleasure , madam ? COUNTESS . You know , Helen , I am a HELENA . 83.
... as the tide of feeling , now first let loose from the bursting heart , comes pouring forth in words . The whole scene is wonderfully beautiful . HELENA . What is your pleasure , madam ? COUNTESS . You know , Helen , I am a HELENA . 83.
84 psl.
... madam : The Count Roussillon cannot be my brother , I am from humble , he from honor'd name : No note upon my parents , his all noble : My master , my dear lord he is : and I His servant live , and will his vassal die : He must not be ...
... madam : The Count Roussillon cannot be my brother , I am from humble , he from honor'd name : No note upon my parents , his all noble : My master , my dear lord he is : and I His servant live , and will his vassal die : He must not be ...
85 psl.
... madam ; would you were ( So that my lord , your son , were not my brother ) Indeed my mother , or , were you both ... madam , pardon me ! COUNTESS . Do you love my son ? HELENA . Your pardon , noble mistress ! Love you my son ? COUNTESS ...
... madam ; would you were ( So that my lord , your son , were not my brother ) Indeed my mother , or , were you both ... madam , pardon me ! COUNTESS . Do you love my son ? HELENA . Your pardon , noble mistress ! Love you my son ? COUNTESS ...
86 psl.
... madam ? COUNTESS . Go not aoout ; my love hath in ' t a bond , Whereof the world takes note : come , come , disclose The state of your affection ; for your passions Have to the full appeach'd . HELENA . Then I confess Here on my knee ...
... madam ? COUNTESS . Go not aoout ; my love hath in ' t a bond , Whereof the world takes note : come , come , disclose The state of your affection ; for your passions Have to the full appeach'd . HELENA . Then I confess Here on my knee ...
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Characteristics of Women, Moral, Poetical, and Historical, 2 tomas Mrs. Jameson (Anna) Visos knygos peržiūra - 1846 |
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Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
admiration affection ALDA Antony Bassanio Beatrice beauty Benedick breath Bretagne Cæsar Camiola character charm CLEOPATRA coloring Constance Cordelia Coriolanus CYMBELINE daughter death delicacy delineation Desdemona dignity dramatic eloquence expression exquisite eyes fancy father fear feeling female feminine fond gentle grace grief Hamlet hath heart heaven Helena Hermione heroine honor horror husband Iachimo Iago imagination Imogen impression innocence intellect Isabella Juliet Katherine king Lady Macbeth Leontes lord lover madam Madame de Staël manner marriage MEDON mind Miranda moral mother nature never noble Octavia once Ophelia Othello passion pathos PAULINA Perdita perfect pity placed play poetical poetry POLONIUS Portia portrait Posthumus pride queen Romeo Romeo and Juliet Rosalind scene scorn sense sentiment Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shylock simplicity soft soul speak spirit story sweet sympathy temper tenderness thee Thekla things thou thought touch true truth Viola virtue VOLUMNIA whole wife Winter's Tale woman women words youth
Populiarios ištraukos
113 psl. - The chariest maid is prodigal enough, If she unmask her beauty to the moon: Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes: The canker galls the infants of the spring, Too oft before their buttons be disclos'd; And in the morn and liquid dew of youth Contagious blastments are most imminent.
325 psl. - As thou art in desire? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i
326 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.
278 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.
326 psl. - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me; I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
100 psl. - Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
74 psl. - tis pretty to force together Thoughts so all unlike each other; To mutter and mock a broken charm, To dally with wrong that does no harm. Perhaps 'tis tender too and pretty At each wild word to feel within A sweet recoil of love and pity.
98 psl. - Even here undone ! I was not much afeard : for once, or twice, I was about to speak ; and tell him plainly, The selfsame sun, that shines upon his court, Hides not his visage from our cottage, but Looks on alike.— Will 't please you, sir, be gone?
xv psl. - Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God afraid of me: Safe from the Bar, the Pulpit, and the Throne, Yet touched and shamed by ridicule alone.
71 psl. - Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night : It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden ; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say — It lightens.