Specimens of English dramatic poets. New ed. (2 pt. in 1 v.)W. P. Hazard, 1857 |
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الصفحة 15
... poor women die for you . Eleaz . What , die for me ? Away . Queen . Away , what way ? I prithee , speak more kindly . Why dost thou frown ? at whom ? Eleaz . At thee . Queen . At me ? O why at me ? for each contracted frown , A crooked ...
... poor women die for you . Eleaz . What , die for me ? Away . Queen . Away , what way ? I prithee , speak more kindly . Why dost thou frown ? at whom ? Eleaz . At thee . Queen . At me ? O why at me ? for each contracted frown , A crooked ...
الصفحة 21
... poor , but would they sell their land , Could levy men enough to anger you . We never beg , but use such prayers as these . Edw . Shall I still be haunted thus ? Mort . jun . Nay , now you are here alone , I'll speak my mind . Lan . And ...
... poor , but would they sell their land , Could levy men enough to anger you . We never beg , but use such prayers as these . Edw . Shall I still be haunted thus ? Mort . jun . Nay , now you are here alone , I'll speak my mind . Lan . And ...
الصفحة 25
... poor Edward in thy looks . Villain , I know thou com'st to murder me . 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 ...
... poor Edward in thy looks . Villain , I know thou com'st to murder me . 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 ...
الصفحة 49
... poor minutes with my moans , That I have made the heavy slow pac'd hours To hang like heavy clogs upon the day . But , dear Mounchensey , had not my affection Seiz'd on the beauty of another dame , Before I'd wrong the chase , and leave ...
... poor minutes with my moans , That I have made the heavy slow pac'd hours To hang like heavy clogs upon the day . But , dear Mounchensey , had not my affection Seiz'd on the beauty of another dame , Before I'd wrong the chase , and leave ...
الصفحة 54
... poor Is like a sacred book that's never read ; To himself he lives and to all else seems dead . This age thinks better of a gilded fool , Than of a threadbare saint in Wisdom's school . I will be Strong : then I refuse Long Life ; And ...
... poor Is like a sacred book that's never read ; To himself he lives and to all else seems dead . This age thinks better of a gilded fool , Than of a threadbare saint in Wisdom's school . I will be Strong : then I refuse Long Life ; And ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Alaham blessing blood Bonduca breath brother Cæsar Calica Camena Carracus cheek Clor Corb court curse dare dead dear death dost doth Duch Duke earth eyes fair father Faustus fear fortune Fran give grief hand happy hate hath hear heart heaven hell honor hope Jacin JAMES SHIRLEY JOHN FLETCHER JOHN FORD JOHN MARSTON JOHN WEBSTER King kiss kneel lady leave live look lord Madam methinks Moth mother ne'er Nennius never night noble Ovid pardon passion PHILIP MASSINGER pity pleasure poison poor pray Queen revenge Shakspeare shame sister sorrow soul speak spirit sweet sword Tamburlaine tears tell thee thine things THOMAS HEYWOOD THOMAS MIDDLETON thou art thou hast thoughts thyself tongue TRAGEDY true twas unto Violanta virtue weep what's whilst wife WILLIAM ROWLEY Witch woman
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الصفحة 26 - And there, in mire and puddle have I stood This ten days' space ; and lest that I should sleep, One plays continually upon a drum. They give me bread and water, being a king ; So that, for want of sleep and sustenance, My mind's distemper'd, and my body's numb'd, And whether I have limbs or no, I know not.
الصفحة 27 - Edw. Something still buzzeth in mine ears, And tells me if I sleep I never wake; This fear is that which makes me tremble thus. And therefore tell me, wherefore art thou come ? Light.
الصفحة 36 - ... 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 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...
الصفحة 163 - 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 162 - 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 113 - When no breath troubles them. Believe me, boy, Care seeks out wrinkled brows and hollow eyes, And builds himself caves, to abide in them.
الصفحة 104 - Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; Say I died true: My love was false, but I was firm From my hour of birth. Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth!
الصفحة 202 - 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...
الصفحة 64 - tis the soul of peace : Of all the virtues, 'tis nearest kin to heaven ; It makes men look like gods. The best of men That e'er wore earth about him, was a sufferer; A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit : The first true gentleman, that ever breathed.