Specimens of English Dramatic Poets: Who Lived about the Time of Shakespeare. With NotesH.G. Bohn, 1854 - 552 من الصفحات |
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... breath , That I should live to see this doleful day ? Will ever wight believe that such hard heart Could rest within the cruel mother's breast , With her own hand to slay her only son ? But out , alas ! these beheld the same , They saw ...
... breath , That I should live to see this doleful day ? Will ever wight believe that such hard heart Could rest within the cruel mother's breast , With her own hand to slay her only son ? But out , alas ! these beheld the same , They saw ...
الصفحة 12
... breath . Then deck thee with thy loose delightsome robes , And on thy wings bring delicate perfumes , To play the wantons with us through the leaves . David . What tunes , what words , what looks , what wonders pierce My soul , incensed ...
... breath . Then deck thee with thy loose delightsome robes , And on thy wings bring delicate perfumes , To play the wantons with us through the leaves . David . What tunes , what words , what looks , what wonders pierce My soul , incensed ...
الصفحة 16
... and life . About them hangs a knot of amber hair , Wrapped in curls , as fierce Achilles ' was ; On which the breath of heaven delights to play , 1 Lifted . Making it dance with wanton majesty . His armes long 16 CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE .
... and life . About them hangs a knot of amber hair , Wrapped in curls , as fierce Achilles ' was ; On which the breath of heaven delights to play , 1 Lifted . Making it dance with wanton majesty . His armes long 16 CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE .
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... breath of mortality I'll finish up in that repentant state , Where not the allurements of earth's vanities Can e'er o'ertake me : there's no baits for lust , No friend to ruin ; I shall then be free From practising the art of treachery ...
... breath of mortality I'll finish up in that repentant state , Where not the allurements of earth's vanities Can e'er o'ertake me : there's no baits for lust , No friend to ruin ; I shall then be free From practising the art of treachery ...
الصفحة 46
... breath I will not seek to slubber Her angel - like perfections . But thou know'st That Essex hath the saint that I adore . Where'er didst meet me , that we two were jovial , But like a wag thou hast not laugh'd at me , 1 Cheshunt . And ...
... breath I will not seek to slubber Her angel - like perfections . But thou know'st That Essex hath the saint that I adore . Where'er didst meet me , that we two were jovial , But like a wag thou hast not laugh'd at me , 1 Cheshunt . And ...
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beauty BEN JONSON blessing blood breath brother Cæsar Calica Capt Clor COMEDY Corb court curse dare daughter dead dear death dost doth Duch Duke earth ev'n eyes fair faith father Faustus fear fortune GEORGE CHAPMAN GEORGE PEELE give gods grave grief hand happy hath hear heart heaven hell honour hope Jacin JAMES SHIRLEY JOHN FORD JOHN MARSTON JOHN WEBSTER king kiss lady leave live look lord madam maid methinks Moth mother ne'er never night noble Ovid passion Peneus Phao PHILIP MASSINGER pity play pleasure poor pray prince prithee queen revenge Sapho Shakspeare shame sister sleep sorrow soul speak spirit sweet tears tell thee thine things THOMAS HEYWOOD THOMAS MIDDLETON thou art thou hast thoughts THYESTES thyself tongue TRAGEDY true twas unto virtue weep what's Whilst wife WILLIAM ROWLEY witch woman
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الصفحة 36 - 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.
الصفحة 202 - 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.
الصفحة 84 - There is no danger to a man, that knows What life and death is : there's not any law Exceeds his knowledge ; neither is it lawful That he should stoop to any other law : He goes before them, and commands them all, That to himself is a law rational.
الصفحة 26 - Receive them free, and sell them by the weight; Bags of fiery opals, sapphires, amethysts, Jacinths, hard topaz, grass-green emeralds, Beauteous rubies, sparkling diamonds, And seld-seen costly stones of so great price, As one of them indifferently rated, And of a carat of this quantity, May serve, in peril of calamity, To ransom great kings from captivity...
الصفحة 34 - 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!
الصفحة 29 - Such is the subject of the Institute, And universal body of the law. This study fits a mercenary drudge, Who aims at nothing but external trash; Too servile and illiberal for me. When all is done, divinity is best: Jerome's Bible, Faustus; view it well. (Reads.) "Stipendium peccati mors est." Ha! "Stipendium," etc. The reward of sin is death: that's hard.
الصفحة 27 - Rather had I a Jew be hated thus, Than pitied in a Christian poverty : For I can see no fruits in all their faith, But malice, falsehood, and excessive pride, Which methinks fits not their profession. Haply some hapless man hath conscience, And for his conscience lives in beggary.
الصفحة 25 - I see my tragedy written in thy brows. Yet stay awhile, 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.
الصفحة 306 - Tis less than to be born; a lasting sleep; A quiet resting from all jealousy, A thing we all pursue. I know, besides, It is but giving over of a game That must be lost.
الصفحة 308 - In presence of you, I had had my end. For this I did delude my noble father With a feigned pilgrimage, and dressed myself In habit of a boy ; and, for I knew My birth no match for you, I was past hope Of having you ; and, understanding well That when I made discovery of my sex I could not stay with you, I made a vow, By all the most religious things a maid Could call together, never to be known, Whilst there was hope to hide me from men's eyes, For other than I seemed, that I might ever Abide with...