 In form and moving how express and admirable ! In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me, — no, nor woman neither,...  The Works of Shakespeare in Seven Volumes - 274 psl.autoriai: William Shakespeare - 1733Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | George Rapanos - 2007 - 337 psl.
...moving, how express and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in movement, how like a God! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?4 We are born that we might become, as a conscious individual, a new life form... | |
 | Harold Bloom - 2007 - 79 psl.
...how express and admirable in action, how like an angel in apprehension, how like a god! The beauty of the world; the paragon of animals; and yet to me what is this quintessence of dust?" "How like an angel in apprehension": for Shakespeare, "apprehension" begins... | |
 | Tista Bagchi - 2008 - 204 psl.
...how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god — the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals! And yet to me what is this quintessence of dust? (William Shakespeare, Hamlet n.ii.305-3 1 0) Moreover, these metaphorical expressions... | |
 | W. Noel Keyes - 2007 - 1234 psl.
...how express and admirable! In action, how like an angel! In apprehension, how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? (Emphasis added.) Shakespeare, Hamlet 2.2 (1604) Nothing in biology makes sense,... | |
 | John D. Cox - 2007 - 368 psl.
...how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world, the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me. (Hamlet 2.2.304-10) Whatever Shakespeare's view may have... | |
 | Editors of the American Heritage Di - 2007 - 100 psl.
...how express and admirable in action, how like an angel in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world; the paragon of animals; and yet to me what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me — nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to... | |
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