Specimens of English Dramatic Poets: Who Lived about the Time of Shakespeare, المجلد 1

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الصفحة 38 - And then thou must be damn'd perpetually. 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.
الصفحة 40 - 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 292 - Strength, comeliness of shape, or amplest merit, That woman's love can win, or long inherit ; But what it is, hard is to say, Harder to hit, Which way soever men refer it, Much like thy riddle, Samson, in one day Or seven, though one should musing sit.
الصفحة 179 - For doating on her beauty, though her death Shall be revenged after no common action. Does the silkworm expend her yellow labours For thee? For thee does she undo herself? Are lordships sold to maintain ladyships For the poor benefit of a bewildering minute?
الصفحة 170 - 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 420 - Yes, as rocks are, When foamy billows split themselves against Their flinty ribs ; or as the moon is moved, When wolves, with hunger pined, howl at her brightness.
الصفحة 29 - t is to count this trash ! Well fare the Arabians, who so richly pay The things they traffic for with wedge of gold, Whereof a man may easily in a day Tell that which may maintain him all his life. The needy groom, that never finger'd groat, Would make a miracle of thus much coin ; But he whose steel-barr'd coffers are cramm'd full, And all his life-time hath been tired, Wearying his fingers...
الصفحة 213 - Constantly. Bos. Do you not weep ! Other sins only speak, murder shrieks out, The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards, and bedews the heavens. Ferd. Cover her face ; mine eyes dazzle. She died young.
الصفحة 355 - 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 Phi.
الصفحة 30 - Infinite riches in a little room. But now how stands the wind? Into what corner peers my halcyon's bill ? Ha! to the east? yes : see how stand the vanes? East and by south : why then I hope my ships I sent for Egypt and the bordering isles Are gotten up by Nilus...

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