Othello

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Horace Howard Furness
J.B. Lippincott Company, 1886 - 471 pages
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User Review  - bmk2005 - Borders

This addition of Othello reflects many of the books in this series that provide great endnotes and helps even those unfamiliar with Shakespeare understand it. Also the book itself is both compelling ... Read full review

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User Review  - Neckbeard - Goodreads

I think I would have enjoyed it more if not for my own deficiency in understanding the language. Have not read any Shakespeare since High School, but I would like to try again in the future. Read full review

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Page 302 - It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul. Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars! It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood, Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Page 413 - Seest thou a man wise in his own conceit? there is more hope of a fool than of him.
Page 319 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Page 208 - He views in breadth, and without longer pause Down right into the world's first region throws His flight precipitant, and winds, with ease, Through the pure marble air, his oblique way, Amongst innumerable stars, that shone Stars distant, but nigh hand seem'd other worlds Or other worlds they seem'd, or happy isles...
Page 89 - Hast thou given the horse strength? Hast thou clothed his neck with thunder? Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper? The glory of his nostrils is terrible. He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: He goeth on to meet the armed men.
Page 406 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, bloom. Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Page 89 - The glory of his nostrils is terrible. He paweth in the valley and rejoiceth in his strength; He goeth on to meet the armed men. He mocketh at fear and is not affrighted; Neither turneth he back from the sword. The quiver rattleth against him, The glittering spear and the shield. He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage; Neither believeth he that it is the sound of the trumpet. He saith among the trumpets, "Ha, Ha!" And he smelleth the battle afar off, The thunder of the captains, and the...
Page 413 - To be suspected ; fram'd to make women false. The Moor is of a free and open nature. That thinks men honest that but seem to be so ; And will as tenderly be led by the nose As asses are. I have't ; — it is engender'd : — hell and night Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light.
Page 97 - Thou, Lord, in the beginning hast laid the foundation of the earth ; and the heavens are the works of thine hands: They shall perish; but thou remainest; and they all shall wax old as doth a garment; And as a vesture shalt thou fold them up, and they shall be changed: but thou art the same, and thy years shall not fail.
Page 293 - I'll smell it on the tree. — [Kissing her. O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade Justice to break her sword ! — One more, one more. — Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee, And love thee after : — One more, and this the last : So sweet was ne'er so fatal.

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