Specimens of English Dramatic Poets: Who Lived about the Time of Shakespeare. With Notes, المجلد 1E. Moxon, 1844 |
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الصفحة vi
... passion , sometimes of the deepest quality , interest- ing situations , serious descriptions , that which is more ... passionate mortals , Claius , and Medorus , and Amintas , and Amarillis . My lead- ing design has been , to illustrate ...
... passion , sometimes of the deepest quality , interest- ing situations , serious descriptions , that which is more ... passionate mortals , Claius , and Medorus , and Amintas , and Amarillis . My lead- ing design has been , to illustrate ...
الصفحة vii
... passion , or the strife of contending duties ; what sort of loves and enmities theirs were ; how their griefs were tem- pered , and their full - swoln joys abated : how much of Shakspeare shines in the great men his contem- poraries ...
... passion , or the strife of contending duties ; what sort of loves and enmities theirs were ; how their griefs were tem- pered , and their full - swoln joys abated : how much of Shakspeare shines in the great men his contem- poraries ...
الصفحة 6
... passion o'er a frisking kid , as for a son ? Methinks a young bacon , Or a fine little smooth horse colt , Should move a man as much as doth a son ; For one of these , in very little time , Will grow to some good use ; whereas a son The ...
... passion o'er a frisking kid , as for a son ? Methinks a young bacon , Or a fine little smooth horse colt , Should move a man as much as doth a son ; For one of these , in very little time , Will grow to some good use ; whereas a son The ...
الصفحة 11
... passion , there you may shew a passion . Draw me like old Priam of Troy , crying , the house is a fire , the house is a fire ; and the torch over my head ; make me curse , make me rave , make me cry , make me mad , make me well again ...
... passion , there you may shew a passion . Draw me like old Priam of Troy , crying , the house is a fire , the house is a fire ; and the torch over my head ; make me curse , make me rave , make me cry , make me mad , make me well again ...
الصفحة 17
... passion Thirsting with soverainty and love of arms . His lofty brows in folds do figure death ; And in their smoothness amity and life . About them hangs a knot of amber hair , Wrapped in curls , as fierce Achilles ' was ; On which the ...
... passion Thirsting with soverainty and love of arms . His lofty brows in folds do figure death ; And in their smoothness amity and life . About them hangs a knot of amber hair , Wrapped in curls , as fierce Achilles ' was ; On which the ...
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Alaham Appius beauty blessing blood breath brother Cæsar Calica Camena Carracus cheek CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE Corb Corv dead dear death devil dost doth Duch DUCHESS OF MALFY earth eyes fair faith father Faustus fear fire give GORBODUC grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven Hecate hell HONEST WHORE honor hope husband Jacin JOHN FORD JOHN MARSTON JOHN WEBSTER King kiss kneel Lady live look Lord Madam methinks Mont Moth mother murder Mustapha ne'er never night noble Ovid pardon passion pity pleasure poor pray prince prithee revenge rich scorn Shakspeare shame shew sister Solym sorrow soul speak spirit sweet Tamburlaine tears tell thee there's thine thing THOMAS HEYWOOD THOMAS MIDDLETON thou art thoughts thyself tongue TRAGEDY true twas unto virtue weep what's Wife WILLIAM ROWLEY Witch woman
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الصفحة 192 - Of what is't fools make such vain keeping? Sin their conception, their birth weeping, Their life a general mist of error, Their death a hideous storm of terror. Strew your hair with powders sweet, Don clean linen, bathe your feet, And (the foul fiend more to check) A crucifix let bless your neck : 'Tis now full tide 'tween night and day ; End your groan, and come away.
الصفحة 208 - 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 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 28 - 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.
الصفحة 32 - 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 with silk...
الصفحة 35 - 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 193 - So I were out of your whispering. Tell my brothers That I perceive death, now I am well awake, Best gift is they can give or I can take. I would fain put off my last woman's fault, I'd not be tedious to you. . . . Pull, and pull strongly, for your able strength Must pull down Heaven upon me: — Yet stay; Heaven-gates are not so highly arched As princes' palaces; they that enter there Must go upon their knees.
الصفحة 30 - He surfeits on the cursed necromancy. Nothing so sweet as magic is to him, Which he prefers before his chiefest bliss, And this the man that in his study sits.
الصفحة 26 - O, if thou harbour'st murder in thy heart, Let this gift change thy mind, and save thy soul ! Know that I am a king : O, at that name I feel a hell of grief.
الصفحة 20 - Uncle, his wanton humour grieves not me; But this I scorn, that one so basely born Should by his sovereign's favour grow so pert, And riot it with the treasure of the realm. While soldiers mutiny for want of pay, He wears a lord's revenue on his back, And Midas-like, he jets...