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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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...