Specimens of English Dramatic Poets: Who Lived about the Time of Shakespeare. With NotesH.G. Bohn, 1854 - 552 страници |
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... I'll prove it to thee ; and were I mad , how could I ? Where was she the same night , when my Horatio was murder'd ? She should have shone : search thou the book : Had the moon shone in my boy's face , there was a kind of grace , That I ...
... I'll prove it to thee ; and were I mad , how could I ? Where was she the same night , when my Horatio was murder'd ? She should have shone : search thou the book : Had the moon shone in my boy's face , there was a kind of grace , That I ...
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... I ' ll build a kingly bower , Seated in hearing of a hundred streams , That , for their homage to her sovereign joys , Shall , as the serpents fold into their nests , In oblique turnings wind the nimble waves About the circles of her ...
... I ' ll build a kingly bower , Seated in hearing of a hundred streams , That , for their homage to her sovereign joys , Shall , as the serpents fold into their nests , In oblique turnings wind the nimble waves About the circles of her ...
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... I'll die : I prithee , smile . Smile on me ; and these two wanton boys , These pretty lads that do attend on me , Shall call thee Jove , shall wait upon thy cup And fill thee nectar : their enticing eyes Shall serve as crystal , wherein ...
... I'll die : I prithee , smile . Smile on me ; and these two wanton boys , These pretty lads that do attend on me , Shall call thee Jove , shall wait upon thy cup And fill thee nectar : their enticing eyes Shall serve as crystal , wherein ...
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... I'll wear my crown again . What , fear you not the fury of your king ? But , hapless Edward , thou art fondly led ; They pass not for thy frowns as late they did , But seek to make a new - elected king ; Which fills my mind with strange ...
... I'll wear my crown again . What , fear you not the fury of your king ? But , hapless Edward , thou art fondly led ; They pass not for thy frowns as late they did , But seek to make a new - elected king ; Which fills my mind with strange ...
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... I'll be gone , my lord . Edw . No , no , for if thou mean'st to murder me , Thou wilt return again ; and therefore stay . Light . He sleeps . Edw . O , let me not die ; yet stay , O , stay awhile . Light . How now , my lord ? Edw ...
... I'll be gone , my lord . Edw . No , no , for if thou mean'st to murder me , Thou wilt return again ; and therefore stay . Light . He sleeps . Edw . O , let me not die ; yet stay , O , stay awhile . Light . How now , my lord ? Edw ...
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Страница 36 - Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel bough, That sometime grew within this learned man. Faustus is gone : regard his hellish fall, Whose fiendful fortune may exhort the wise Only to wonder at unlawful things, Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits To practise more than heavenly power permits.
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 34 - Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of Heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come; Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again and make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but A year, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul! O lente, lente, currite noctis equi!
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 25 - I see my tragedy written in thy brows. Yet stay awhile, 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.
Страница 306 - Tis less than to be born; a lasting sleep; A quiet resting from all jealousy, A thing we all pursue. I know, besides, It is but giving over of a game That must be lost.
Страница 308 - In presence of you, I had had my end. For this I did delude my noble father With a feigned pilgrimage, and dressed myself In habit of a boy ; and, for I knew My birth no match for you, I was past hope Of having you ; and, understanding well That when I made discovery of my sex I could not stay with you, I made a vow, By all the most religious things a maid Could call together, never to be known, Whilst there was hope to hide me from men's eyes, For other than I seemed, that I might ever Abide with...