Specimens of English Dramatic Poets: Who Lived about the Time of Shakespeare. With NotesH.G. Bohn, 1854 - 552 страници |
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... death of his eldest son , Ferrex , whom Porrex , the younger son , has slain ; Marcella , a court lady , enters and relates the miserable end of Porrex , stabbed by his mother in his bed . GORBODUC , AROSTUS , EUBULUS , and others ...
... death of his eldest son , Ferrex , whom Porrex , the younger son , has slain ; Marcella , a court lady , enters and relates the miserable end of Porrex , stabbed by his mother in his bed . GORBODUC , AROSTUS , EUBULUS , and others ...
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... death . Dear Eubulus , work this we thee beseech . Eub . Patient , your grace , perhaps he liveth yet , With wound received but not of certain death . Gorb . O let us then repair unto the place , And see if Porrex live , or thus be ...
... death . Dear Eubulus , work this we thee beseech . Eub . Patient , your grace , perhaps he liveth yet , With wound received but not of certain death . Gorb . O let us then repair unto the place , And see if Porrex live , or thus be ...
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... death Will never part from me , -wherewith abraid3 A deep - fetch'd sigh he gave , and therewithal Clasping his hands , to heaven he cast his sight ; And straight , pale death pressing within his face , The flying ghost his mortal ...
... death Will never part from me , -wherewith abraid3 A deep - fetch'd sigh he gave , and therewithal Clasping his hands , to heaven he cast his sight ; And straight , pale death pressing within his face , The flying ghost his mortal ...
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... death ; Should nature yet consent to slay her son ? O mother , thou to murder thus thy child ! Ev'n Jove with justice must with lightning flames From heaven send down some strange revenge on thee . Ah noble prince , how oft have I ...
... death ; Should nature yet consent to slay her son ? O mother , thou to murder thus thy child ! Ev'n Jove with justice must with lightning flames From heaven send down some strange revenge on thee . Ah noble prince , how oft have I ...
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... death must death requite⚫ Jove by his just and everlasting doom Justly hath ever so requited it . This times before record and times to come Shall find it true , and so doth present proof Present before our eyes for our behoof . O ...
... death must death requite⚫ Jove by his just and everlasting doom Justly hath ever so requited it . This times before record and times to come Shall find it true , and so doth present proof Present before our eyes for our behoof . O ...
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Alaham beauty behold BEN JONSON blessing blood Bonduca breath brother Cæsar Calica Camena Capt Clor COMEDY Corb court crown curse dare daughter dead dear death dost doth Duch earth ev'n eyes fair father Faustus fear fortune GEORGE CHAPMAN give grave grief hand happy hath hear heart heaven hell honour hope Jacin JAMES SHIRLEY JOHN FLETCHER JOHN MARSTON king kiss lady live look lord madam maid methinks Moth mother murder ne'er Nennius never night noble Ovid passion PHILIP MASSINGER pity pleasure poor pray prince Queen revenge Shakspeare shame sister sleep sorrow soul speak spirit sweet sword Tamburlaine tears tell thee there's thine things THOMAS HEYWOOD THOMAS MIDDLETON thou art thou hast thoughts thyself tongue TRAGEDY true twas unto VIOLANTA virtue weep what's whilst wife WILLIAM ROWLEY witch woman
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Страница 202 - Call for the robin redbreast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole, To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm, And (when gay tombs are robbed) sustain no harm : But keep the wolf far thence, that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again.
Страница 84 - There is no danger to a man, that knows What life and death is : there's not any law Exceeds his knowledge ; neither is it lawful That he should stoop to any other law : He goes before them, and commands them all, That to himself is a law rational.
Страница 26 - Receive them free, and sell them by the weight; Bags of fiery opals, sapphires, amethysts, Jacinths, hard topaz, grass-green emeralds, Beauteous rubies, sparkling diamonds, And seld-seen costly stones of so great price, As one of them indifferently rated, And of a carat of this quantity, May serve, in peril of calamity, To ransom great kings from captivity...
Страница 316 - Here be grapes, whose lusty blood Is the learned poet's good, Sweeter yet did never crown The head of Bacchus ; nuts more brown Than the squirrel's teeth that crack them...
Страница 34 - Ah, rend not my heart for naming of my Christ, Yet will I call on him: O spare me, Lucifer!
Страница 25 - O, if thou harbour'st murder in thy heart, Let this gift change thy mind, and save thy soul ! Know that I am a king : O, at that name I feel a hell of grief ! where is my crown ? Gone, gone ! and do I [still] remain alive ? Light.
Страница 35 - It strikes, it strikes ; now, body, turn to air, Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to Hell. [Thunder and lightning. O soul, be changed into little water-drops, And fall into the ocean : ne'er be found.
Страница 29 - Such is the subject of the Institute, And universal body of the law. This study fits a mercenary drudge, Who aims at nothing but external trash; Too servile and illiberal for me. When all is done, divinity is best: Jerome's Bible, Faustus; view it well. (Reads.) "Stipendium peccati mors est." Ha! "Stipendium," etc. The reward of sin is death: that's hard.
Страница 27 - Rather had I a Jew be hated thus, Than pitied in a Christian poverty: For I can see no fruits in all their faith, But malice, falsehood, and excessive pride, Which methinks fits not their profession. Haply some hapless man hath conscience, And for his conscience lives in beggary.
Страница 253 - Strength, comeliness of shape, or amplest merit, That woman's love can win, or long inherit ; But what it is, hard is to say, Harder to hit, Which way soever men refer it, Much like thy riddle, Samson, in one day Or seven, though one should musing sit.