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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... pity She's a Whore 245 Broken Heart 253 SAMUEL DAniel . Hymen's Triumph 266 FULKE GREVILLE . Alaham 272 Mustapha 284 BENJAMIN JONSON . Case is Altered 297 Poetaster 301 Sad Shepherd 312 Sejanus 315 Catiline New Inn Alchemist Volpone 317 ...
... pity She's a Whore 245 Broken Heart 253 SAMUEL DAniel . Hymen's Triumph 266 FULKE GREVILLE . Alaham 272 Mustapha 284 BENJAMIN JONSON . Case is Altered 297 Poetaster 301 Sad Shepherd 312 Sejanus 315 Catiline New Inn Alchemist Volpone 317 ...
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... pity now ? Whither is gentle heart and mercy fled ? Are they exil'd out of our stony breasts , Never to make return ? is all the world Drowned in blood , and sunk in cruelty ? If not in women mercy may be found , If not ( alas ) within ...
... pity now ? Whither is gentle heart and mercy fled ? Are they exil'd out of our stony breasts , Never to make return ? is all the world Drowned in blood , and sunk in cruelty ? If not in women mercy may be found , If not ( alas ) within ...
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... pity you me ? Then send for unrelenting Mortimer , And Isabel , whose eyes , being turn'd to steel , Will sooner sparkle fire than shed a tear . Yet stay , for rather than I will look on them , Here , here : now sweet God of heav'n ...
... pity you me ? Then send for unrelenting Mortimer , And Isabel , whose eyes , being turn'd to steel , Will sooner sparkle fire than shed a tear . Yet stay , for rather than I will look on them , Here , here : now sweet God of heav'n ...
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... improved in his Richard the Second ; and the death scene of Marlowe's king moves pity and terror beyond any scene ancient or modern with which I am ac quainted , THE THE RICH JEW OF MALTA , A TRAGEDY : BY 28 WARD THE SECOND , EDWAR.
... improved in his Richard the Second ; and the death scene of Marlowe's king moves pity and terror beyond any scene ancient or modern with which I am ac quainted , THE THE RICH JEW OF MALTA , A TRAGEDY : BY 28 WARD THE SECOND , EDWAR.
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... pity and compassionate grief . I came to rate you , but my brawls , you see , Melt into tears , and I must weep by thee . Here's mr . Frankford now . Mr. Frankford enters . Fran . Good - morrow , brother ; morrow , gentlemen : God ...
... pity and compassionate grief . I came to rate you , but my brawls , you see , Melt into tears , and I must weep by thee . Here's mr . Frankford now . Mr. Frankford enters . Fran . Good - morrow , brother ; morrow , gentlemen : God ...
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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!