 | Henry Thomas Hall - 1871 - عدد الصفحات: 294
...sees no hope of a better one in the future. His first soliloquy betrays this, when he says, " O, that this too, too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve...not fix'd His canon "gainst self-slaughter. O god ! 0 god ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seems to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't... | |
 | Hippolyte Taine - 1871 - عدد الصفحات: 554
...foot on the verge of madness : 1 Afacbeth, iv. 3. s Ibid. v. 5. « Goethe, Wilhelm Meuter. \ ' O that this too, too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve...not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter ! O God ! God ! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't !... | |
 | Henry Thomas Hall - 1871 - عدد الصفحات: 288
...sees no hope of a better one in the future. His first soliloquy betrays this, when he says, " 0, that this too, too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve...Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter. 0 god ! 0 god ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seems to me all the uses of this world ! Fie... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1872 - عدد الصفحات: 526
...shall tell, And the King's rouse the heaven shall bruit again, Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away. Ham. O, that this too, too solid flesh would melt,...! O God ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! O fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed... | |
 | Hippolyte Adolphe Taine - 1873 - عدد الصفحات: 470
...of the whole nervous machine, whether he has not already one foot on the verge of madness : " 0 that this too, too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve...Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter ! 0 God ! God ! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1874 - عدد الصفحات: 798
...that within, which passeth show ; These but the trappings and the suits of woe. Act i. Sc. 2. O, that this too, too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve...Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter. OGod! OGod! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Act i.... | |
 | Hippolyte Taine - 1877 - عدد الصفحات: 472
...of the whole nervous machine, whether he has not already one foot on the verge of madness : " 0 that this too, too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve...Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter ! 0 God ! God ! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1878 - عدد الصفحات: 590
...heaven shall bruit again, Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away. [Flourish. Exeunt all but Hamlet. Ham. O ! that this too too solid flesh would melt,...! O God ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on 't! O fie ! 'tis an unwecded garden, That grows to seed... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1878 - عدد الصفحات: 896
...that within, which passeth show ; These but the trappings and the suits of woe. Act i. Sc. 2. O, that this too, too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve...His canon 'gainst self-slaughter. O God! O God! How wear)', stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! ibid. That it should... | |
 | John Andrew Jennings - 1878 - عدد الصفحات: 488
...the castle. Four Characters. — HAMLET, HORATIO, MAKCELLUS, and BERNARDO. Present — HAMLET alone. Ham. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,...that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self -slaughter ! O God ! God ! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of... | |
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gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. 
