Specimens of English Dramatic Poets: Who Lived about the Time of Shakespeare: with NotesLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 - 484 страници Includes selections, in verse, from plays by dramatists other than Shakespeare. |
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... passion , some- times of the deepest quality , interesting situations , se- rious descriptions , that which is more nearly allied to poetry than to wit , and to tragic rather than to comic poetry . The plays which I have made choice of ...
... passion , some- times of the deepest quality , interesting situations , se- rious descriptions , that which is more nearly allied to poetry than to wit , and to tragic rather than to comic poetry . The plays which I have made choice of ...
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... passion o'er a frisking kid , as for a son ? Methinks a young bacon , Or a fine little smooth horse colt , Should move a man as much as doth a son ; For one of these , in very little time , Will grow to some good use ; whereas a son The ...
... passion o'er a frisking kid , as for a son ? Methinks a young bacon , Or a fine little smooth horse colt , Should move a man as much as doth a son ; For one of these , in very little time , Will grow to some good use ; whereas a son The ...
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... passion , there you may shew a passion . Draw me like old Priam of Troy , crying , the house is a fire , a fire , the house is a fire ; and SPANISH TRAGEDY . 11.
... passion , there you may shew a passion . Draw me like old Priam of Troy , crying , the house is a fire , a fire , the house is a fire ; and SPANISH TRAGEDY . 11.
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... passion Thirsting with soverainty and love of arms . His lofty brows in folds do figure death ; And in their smoothness amity and life . About them hangs a knot of amber hair , Wrapped in curls , as fierce Achilles ' was ; On which the ...
... passion Thirsting with soverainty and love of arms . His lofty brows in folds do figure death ; And in their smoothness amity and life . About them hangs a knot of amber hair , Wrapped in curls , as fierce Achilles ' was ; On which the ...
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... passions claw my soul , As with the wings of rancour and disdain Full oft am I soaring up to high heav'n , To plain me to the gods against them both . But when I call to mind I am a king , Methinks I should revenge me of the wrongs ...
... passions claw my soul , As with the wings of rancour and disdain Full oft am I soaring up to high heav'n , To plain me to the gods against them both . But when I call to mind I am a king , Methinks I should revenge me of the wrongs ...
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Alaham blessing blood Bonduca breath brother Cæsar Calica call'd Camena Carracus Clor Corb court curse dare dead dear death dost doth Duch Duke earth eyes fair father Faustus fear fortune Fran give grief hand happy hate hath hear heart heaven Hecate hell honour hope Jacin JOHN FLETCHER JOHN FORD JOHN MARSTON JOHN WEBSTER King kiss kneel lady live look lord lov'd Madam methinks Mont Moth mother ne'er Nennius never night noble Ovid pardon passion PHILIP MASSINGER pity poor pray prison Queen revenge Shakspeare shame shew sister sorrow soul speak spirit sweet sword Tamburlaine tears tell thee there's thine thing THOMAS HEYWOOD THOMAS MIDDLETON thou art thou hast thoughts thyself TRAGEDY twas unto Violanta virtue weep what's whilst wife WILLIAM ROWLEY Witch woman
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Страница 231 - 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 36 - And then thou must be damn'd perpetually! 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!
Страница 38 - 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 371 - 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 24 - I might ! but heavens and earth conspire To make me miserable ! Here receive my crown ; Receive it ? no, these innocent hands of mine Shall not be guilty of so foul a crime.
Страница 205 - And I did vow never to part with it But to my second husband. Ant. You have parted with it now. Duch. Yes, to help your eye-sight. Ant. You have made me stark blind. Duch. How? Ant. There is a saucy and ambitious devil Is dancing in this circle.
Страница 354 - And thou shalt find her honourable, boy ! Full of regard unto thy tender youth, For thine own modesty ; and for my sake, Apter to give, than thou wilt be to ask, ay ! or deserve. Bell. Sir ! you did take me up when I was nothing, And only yet am something by being yours...
Страница 35 - Ah, my God, I would weep, but the Devil draws in my tears. Gush forth blood instead of tears ! Yea, life and soul ! Oh, he stays my tongue ! I would lift up my hands, but see, they hold them, they hold them ! All.
Страница 214 - Come, violent death, Serve for mandragora, to make me sleep: Go, tell my brothers, when I am laid out, They then may feed in quiet.
Страница 36 - 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!