Specimens of English dramatic poetsJ.M. Dent & Company, 1903 |
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الصفحة xxii
... never read ' em . " And so on . In the next letter , commenting again on Southey's Joan of Arc he is " delighted , amazed . I had not presumed to expect any thing of such excellence from Southey . Why , the poem is alone sufficient to ...
... never read ' em . " And so on . In the next letter , commenting again on Southey's Joan of Arc he is " delighted , amazed . I had not presumed to expect any thing of such excellence from Southey . Why , the poem is alone sufficient to ...
الصفحة xxvii
... never been written . Already , though we have not yet travelled to the foot of my first quarto page , we see very clearly where he is . He has discovered , as the Young Souls are always quick to do , the one or two recent Arrivals in ...
... never been written . Already , though we have not yet travelled to the foot of my first quarto page , we see very clearly where he is . He has discovered , as the Young Souls are always quick to do , the one or two recent Arrivals in ...
الصفحة xxxi
... never saw but at one shop , and it is now gone ; but one of the editions of Dodsley contains about a fourth ( the best ) of his plays . . . . Marlowe's plays and poems are totally vanished ; only one edition of Dodsley retains one , and ...
... never saw but at one shop , and it is now gone ; but one of the editions of Dodsley contains about a fourth ( the best ) of his plays . . . . Marlowe's plays and poems are totally vanished ; only one edition of Dodsley retains one , and ...
الصفحة 6
... 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 the mother's breast To her own child , to her own flesh and blood , If ruth be banished thence ...
... 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 the mother's breast To her own child , to her own flesh and blood , If ruth be banished thence ...
الصفحة 7
... never part from me , -when with a braid 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 corpse forsook . 1 ...
... never part from me , -when with a braid 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 corpse forsook . 1 ...
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Alaham art thou AUTHOR Beaumont and Fletcher beauty behold Ben Jonson blessing blood breath Cæsar Calica Camena Capt Charles Lamb COMEDY Corb Corv court crown D'Ambois dead dear death dost doth Duke earth eyes fair faith father Faustus fear fire fortune gentleman give grief hand hath hear heart heaven Hecate hell HENRY CHETTLE honour Jacin king kiss Lady Lamb Lamb's live look lord madam Massinger methinks Mont mother murder Mustapha ne'er never night noble Ovid pardon passion Phao pity play pleasure poets poor pray prince prithee Queen revenge rich Samuel Daniel Sapho scorn Shakspeare sleep Solym sorrow soul speak spirit sweet Tamburlaine tears tell thee there's thine things THOMAS HEYWOOD THOMAS MIDDLETON thou art thou hast thoughts thyself TRAGEDY unto virtue weep wife WILLIAM ROWLEY witch words
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الصفحة 302 - Black spirits and white, red spirits and gray, Mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may! Titty, Tiffin, Keep it stiff in; Firedrake, Puckey, Make it lucky; Liard, Robin, You must bob in. Round, around, around, about, about! All ill come running in, all good keep out!
الصفحة 64 - I see my tragedy written in thy brows. Yet stay a while, 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. Light. What means your highness to mistrust me thus ! Edw.
الصفحة 46 - I'll have them read me strange philosophy And tell the secrets of all foreign kings; I'll have them wall all Germany with brass, And make swift Rhine circle fair Wittenberg, I'll have them fill the public schools...
الصفحة 56 - Barabas is a mere monster brought in with a large painted nose to please the rabble. He kills in sport, poisons whole nunneries, invents infernal machines. He is just such an exhibition as a century or two earlier might have been played before the Londoners " by the royal command," when a general pillage and massacre of the Hebrews had been previously resolved on in the cabinet.
الصفحة 159 - For I do mean To have a list of wives and concubines Equal with Solomon, who had the stone Alike with me ; and I will make me a back With the elixir that shall be as tough As Hercules, to encounter fifty a night.
الصفحة 45 - If we say that we have' no sin we deceive ourselves, and there's no truth in us." Why, then, belike we must sin, and so consequently die. Ay, we must die an everlasting death. What doctrine call you this, Che ser& sera, "What will be, shall be?
الصفحة 69 - My love is fair, my love is gay, As fresh as bin the flowers in May, And of my love my roundelay, My merry, merry, merry roundelay Concludes with Cupid's curse: They that do change old love for new, Pray Gods they change for worse.
الصفحة 303 - Shakspeare have neither child of their own, nor seem to be descended from any parent. They are foul anomalies, of whom we know not whence they are sprung, nor whether they have beginning or ending. As they are without human passions, so they seem to be without human relations. They come with thunder and lightning, and vanish to airy music. This is all we know of them. Except Hecate, they have no names ; which heightens their mysteriousness.
الصفحة 155 - I'll change All that is metal, in my house, to gold: And, early in the morning, will I send To all the plumbers and the pewterers, And buy their tin and lead up ; and to Lothbury For all the copper.
الصفحة 151 - s there ? CORVINO, a Merchant, enters. Mos. Signior Corvino ! come most wish'd for ! O, How happy were you, if you knew it, now ! Corv. Why ? what ? wherein ? Mos. The tardy hour is come, sir. Corv. He is not dead ? Mos. Not dead, sir, but as good ; He knows no man. Corv. How shall I do then ? Mos. Why, sir ? Corv.