Specimens of English dramatic poetsJ.M. Dent & Company, 1903 |
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الصفحة xxxix
... virtue was an easy one . For men have been known , ere now , to labour to go wrong , and have fatigued themselves in a serious effort to be superfluous . The book remains merely and sheerly Charles Lamb's book ; Charles Lamb being ...
... virtue was an easy one . For men have been known , ere now , to labour to go wrong , and have fatigued themselves in a serious effort to be superfluous . The book remains merely and sheerly Charles Lamb's book ; Charles Lamb being ...
الصفحة 24
... Virtue ! those that can behold thy beauties , Those that suck , from their youth , thy milk of goodness , Their minds grow strong against the storms of Fortune , And stand , like rocks in winter - gusts , unshaken ; Not with the ...
... Virtue ! those that can behold thy beauties , Those that suck , from their youth , thy milk of goodness , Their minds grow strong against the storms of Fortune , And stand , like rocks in winter - gusts , unshaken ; Not with the ...
الصفحة 25
... virtue ! do not lose me . My mother and my husband have conspired , For brother's good , the ruin of my brother : My father by my mother is inspired , For one child to seek ruin of another . I that to help by nature am required , While ...
... virtue ! do not lose me . My mother and my husband have conspired , For brother's good , the ruin of my brother : My father by my mother is inspired , For one child to seek ruin of another . I that to help by nature am required , While ...
الصفحة 26
... Virtue , work thou in me , That what thou seekest may accomplish'd be . Solym . Ah death ! is not thyself sufficient anguish , But thou must borrow fear , that threatening glass , Which , while it goodness hides , and mischief shows ...
... Virtue , work thou in me , That what thou seekest may accomplish'd be . Solym . Ah death ! is not thyself sufficient anguish , But thou must borrow fear , that threatening glass , Which , while it goodness hides , and mischief shows ...
الصفحة 34
... virtue in misfortune . While Mustapha , whose heart was now resolved , Not fearing death , which he might have prevented ; Nor craving life , which he might well have gotten , If he would other duties have forgotten ; Yet glad to speak ...
... virtue in misfortune . While Mustapha , whose heart was now resolved , Not fearing death , which he might have prevented ; Nor craving life , which he might well have gotten , If he would other duties have forgotten ; Yet glad to speak ...
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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.