Specimens of English Dramatic Poets who Lived about the Time of Shakespeare: With Notes, Томове 1–2Wiley & Putnam, 1845 |
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... extracts which I have sought after have been , not so much passages of wit and humor , though the old plays are rich in such , as scenes of passion , sometimes of the deepest quality , interesting situations , serious descrip- tions.
... extracts which I have sought after have been , not so much passages of wit and humor , though the old plays are rich in such , as scenes of passion , sometimes of the deepest quality , interesting situations , serious descrip- tions.
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... passionate mortals , Cla- ius , and Medorus , and Amintas , and Amarillis . My leading design has been , to illustrate ... passion , or the strife of contending duties ; what sort of loves and enmities theirs were ; how their griefs were ...
... passionate mortals , Cla- ius , and Medorus , and Amintas , and Amarillis . My leading design has been , to illustrate ... passion , or the strife of contending duties ; what sort of loves and enmities theirs were ; how their griefs were ...
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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 show a passion . Draw me like old Priam of Troy , crying , the house is a fire , the house is a fire ; and the torch over my head ; make me curse , make me rave , make me cry , make me mad , make me well again ...
... passion , there you may show a passion . Draw me like old Priam of Troy , crying , the house is a fire , the house is a fire ; and the torch over my head ; make me curse , make me rave , make me cry , make me mad , make me well again ...
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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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Страница 218 - 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 25 - Light. To murder you, my most gracious lord ! Far is it from my heart to do you harm. The queen sent me to see how you were used, For she relents at this your misery : And what eyes can refrain from shedding tears, To see a king in this most piteous state? K. Edw. Weep'st thou already? list awhile to me. And then thy heart, were it as Gurney's is, Or as Matrevis', hewn from the Caucasus, Yet will it melt, ere I have done my tale.
Страница 19 - I must have wanton poets, pleasant wits, Musicians, that with touching of a string May draw the pliant king which way I please: Music and poetry is his delight; Therefore I'll have Italian masks by night, Sweet speeches, comedies, and pleasing shows...
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!
Страница 200 - ... sooner than on a merry milkmaid's. Thou sleepest worse than if a mouse should be forced to take up her lodging in a cat's ear: a little infant that breeds its teeth, should it lie with thee, would cry out, as if thou wert the more unquiet bedfellow.
Страница 106 - Do my face (If thou had'st ever feeling of a sorrow) Thus, thus, Antiphila : strive to make me look Like Sorrow's monument ; and the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless ; let the rocks Groan with continual surges ; and behind me, Make all a desolation.
Страница 202 - Not a whit: What would it pleasure me to have my throat cut With diamonds? or to be smothered With cassia? or to be shot to death with pearls? I know death hath ten thousand several doors For men to take their exits ; and 'tis found They go on such strange geometrical hinges, You may open them both ways.
Страница 120 - O'er the white Alps alone ; I saw him, I, Assail'd, fight, taken, stabb'd, bleed, fall, and die. Augur me better chance, except dread Jove Think it enough for me to have had thy love.
Страница 28 - Give me the merchants of the Indian mines, That trade in metal of the purest mould; The wealthy Moor, that in the eastern rocks Without control can pick his riches up, And in his house heap pearl like pebble stones, Receive them free, and sell them by the weight!
Страница 210 - So entangled in a cursed accusation, That my defence, of force, like Perseus, Must personate masculine virtue. To the point. Find me but guilty, sever head from body, We'll part good friends : I scorn to hold my life At yours, or any man's intreaty, Sir. En. Emb. She hath a brave spirit.