Specimens of English dramatic poetsJ.M. Dent & Company, 1903 |
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... hast thou bought my love , Extremely rated at too high a price . Ah , my dear heart , sweet wast thou in thy life , But in thy life thou provest passing sweet . A fitter hearse than this of beaten gold Could not be lotted to so good a ...
... hast thou bought my love , Extremely rated at too high a price . Ah , my dear heart , sweet wast thou in thy life , But in thy life thou provest passing sweet . A fitter hearse than this of beaten gold Could not be lotted to so good a ...
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... hast thou run , poor heart , thy mortal race , And rid thy life from fickle fortune's snares ; Thus hast thou lost this world and worldly cares , And of thy foe , to honour thee withal , Receiv'd a golden grave to thy desert . Nothing ...
... hast thou run , poor heart , thy mortal race , And rid thy life from fickle fortune's snares ; Thus hast thou lost this world and worldly cares , And of thy foe , to honour thee withal , Receiv'd a golden grave to thy desert . Nothing ...
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... hast Cupid in thine arms , I in my heart ; thou kissest him for sport , I must curse him for spite ; yet will I not curse him , Sapho , whom thou kissest . This shall be my resolution , wherever I wander , to be as I were ever kneeling ...
... hast Cupid in thine arms , I in my heart ; thou kissest him for sport , I must curse him for spite ; yet will I not curse him , Sapho , whom thou kissest . This shall be my resolution , wherever I wander , to be as I were ever kneeling ...
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... hast ravish'd me ! Bene disserere est finis logices . Is , to dispute well , logic's chiefest end ? Affords this art no greater miracle ? Then read no more ; thou hast attain'd that end : A greater subject fitteth Faustus ' wit : Bid ...
... hast ravish'd me ! Bene disserere est finis logices . Is , to dispute well , logic's chiefest end ? Affords this art no greater miracle ? Then read no more ; thou hast attain'd that end : A greater subject fitteth Faustus ' wit : Bid ...
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... the years are expired , the devils claim his soul . FAUSTUS the night of his death . WAGNER , his servant . Faust . Say , Wagner , thou hast perus'd my will , How dost thou like it ? Wag . Sir , so wondrous well , As in 47 DOCTOR FAUSTUS.
... the years are expired , the devils claim his soul . FAUSTUS the night of his death . WAGNER , his servant . Faust . Say , Wagner , thou hast perus'd my will , How dost thou like it ? Wag . Sir , so wondrous well , As in 47 DOCTOR FAUSTUS.
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Страница 302 - Black spirits and white, red spirits and gray, Mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may! Titty, Tiffin, Keep it stiff in; Firedrake, Puckey, Make it lucky; Liard, Robin, You must bob in. Round, around, around, about, about! All ill come running in, all good keep out!
Страница 64 - I see my tragedy written in thy brows. Yet stay a while, forbear thy bloody hand, And let me see the stroke before it comes, That even then when I shall lose my life, My mind may be more steadfast on my God. Light. What means your highness to mistrust me thus ! Edw.
Страница 46 - I'll have them read me strange philosophy And tell the secrets of all foreign kings; I'll have them wall all Germany with brass, And make swift Rhine circle fair Wittenberg, I'll have them fill the public schools...
Страница 56 - Barabas is a mere monster brought in with a large painted nose to please the rabble. He kills in sport, poisons whole nunneries, invents infernal machines. He is just such an exhibition as a century or two earlier might have been played before the Londoners " by the royal command," when a general pillage and massacre of the Hebrews had been previously resolved on in the cabinet.
Страница 159 - For I do mean To have a list of wives and concubines Equal with Solomon, who had the stone Alike with me ; and I will make me a back With the elixir that shall be as tough As Hercules, to encounter fifty a night.
Страница 45 - If we say that we have' no sin we deceive ourselves, and there's no truth in us." Why, then, belike we must sin, and so consequently die. Ay, we must die an everlasting death. What doctrine call you this, Che ser& sera, "What will be, shall be?
Страница 69 - My love is fair, my love is gay, As fresh as bin the flowers in May, And of my love my roundelay, My merry, merry, merry roundelay Concludes with Cupid's curse: They that do change old love for new, Pray Gods they change for worse.
Страница 303 - Shakspeare have neither child of their own, nor seem to be descended from any parent. They are foul anomalies, of whom we know not whence they are sprung, nor whether they have beginning or ending. As they are without human passions, so they seem to be without human relations. They come with thunder and lightning, and vanish to airy music. This is all we know of them. Except Hecate, they have no names ; which heightens their mysteriousness.
Страница 155 - I'll change All that is metal, in my house, to gold: And, early in the morning, will I send To all the plumbers and the pewterers, And buy their tin and lead up ; and to Lothbury For all the copper.
Страница 151 - s there ? CORVINO, a Merchant, enters. Mos. Signior Corvino ! come most wish'd for ! O, How happy were you, if you knew it, now ! Corv. Why ? what ? wherein ? Mos. The tardy hour is come, sir. Corv. He is not dead ? Mos. Not dead, sir, but as good ; He knows no man. Corv. How shall I do then ? Mos. Why, sir ? Corv.