Elements of Criticism, 1 tomasNeill, 1807 |
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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 , fieges , fortunes , That I have paft . 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 , fieges , fortunes , That I have paft . I ran it through , ev'n from my boyish days , To th ' very moment that ...
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... have us'd . Othello , Act 1. Sc . 8.- In this instance it will be observed that admira- tion concurred with pity to produce love . SECT . VI . SECT . VI . Causes of the Passions of Fear 80 EMOTIONS AND PASSIONS . [ сн . 2 .
... have us'd . Othello , Act 1. Sc . 8.- In this instance it will be observed that admira- tion concurred with pity to produce love . SECT . VI . SECT . VI . Causes of the Passions of Fear 80 EMOTIONS AND PASSIONS . [ сн . 2 .
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... Othello : Iago , by dark hints and suspicious circumstances , had rousfed Othello's jealousy ; which , however , appeared too flightly founded to be vented upon Defde- mona , its proper object . The perturbation and distress distress of ...
... Othello : Iago , by dark hints and suspicious circumstances , had rousfed Othello's jealousy ; which , however , appeared too flightly founded to be vented upon Defde- mona , its proper object . The perturbation and distress distress of ...
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... Othello . Make me fee'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 fee'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 fong expressive of her distress . Wonderful is the de- licacy of that writer's taste , which fails him not even in the most refined emotions of human na- ture . Melancholy music is suited to flight ...
... Othello , where Desdemona calls for a fong expressive of her distress . Wonderful is the de- licacy of that writer's taste , which fails him not even in the most refined emotions of human na- ture . Melancholy music is suited to flight ...
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