The Dramatic Works of Ben Jonson, and Beaumont and Fletcher, Том 2John Stockdale, Piccadilly, 1811 |
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Ben Jonson, John Fletcher, Francis Beaumont George Colman, Peter Whalley. THE Dramatic Works OF BEN JONSON , AND 5-14 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER : THE FIRST Printed from the Text , AND THE LATTER , From the Text , and with the Notts OF THE ...
Ben Jonson, John Fletcher, Francis Beaumont George Colman, Peter Whalley. THE Dramatic Works OF BEN JONSON , AND 5-14 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER : THE FIRST Printed from the Text , AND THE LATTER , From the Text , and with the Notts OF THE ...
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... SUBJECT ; A Tragi - Comedy . 37 71 109 145 185 217 255 293 329 371 411 449 RULE A WIFE AND HAVE A WIFE . LAWS OF CANDY ; A Tragi - Comedy FALSE ONE ; A Tragedy ... 491 523 549 LIFE OF FRANCIS BEAUMONT , 1811 . FRANCIS BEAUMONT was.
... SUBJECT ; A Tragi - Comedy . 37 71 109 145 185 217 255 293 329 371 411 449 RULE A WIFE AND HAVE A WIFE . LAWS OF CANDY ; A Tragi - Comedy FALSE ONE ; A Tragedy ... 491 523 549 LIFE OF FRANCIS BEAUMONT , 1811 . FRANCIS BEAUMONT was.
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Страница lxxxix - Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
Страница xxvii - To-day, my lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood...
Страница xcii - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid ! Heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life...
Страница xlii - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war...
Страница x - Their plays are now the most pleasant and frequent entertainments of the stage; two of theirs being acted through the year for one of Shakespeare's or Jonson's...
Страница xlix - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...
Страница xxv - Dire was the tossing, deep the groans : Despair Tended the sick, busiest from couch to couch ; And over them triumphant Death his dart Shook, but delay'd to strike, though oft invoked With vows, as their chief good, and final hope.
Страница x - Shakespeare's or Jonson's: the reason is because there is a certain gaiety in their comedies, and pathos in their more serious plays which suits generally with all men's humours. Shakespeare's language is likewise a little obsolete, and Ben Jonson's wit comes short of theirs.
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