Life of Francis Beaumont. Life of John Fletcher. Prefaces. Commendatory poems. Verses on an honest man's fortune. Beaumont's letter to Jonson. Last editor's preface. Maid's tragedy. Philaster. King and no king. Scornful lady. Custom of the country. Elder brother. Spanish curate. Wit without money. Beggar's bush. Humorous lieutenant. Faithful shepherdess. Mad lover. Loyal subject. Rule a wife and have a wife. Laws of candy. False oneJohn Stockdale, 1811 |
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الصفحة xxix
... bear the same degree of likeness as the last quoted passages , i . e . where the hands are scarce to be distinguished ; but I will give one parallel more from thence , because the passages are both extremely fine , though the hands from ...
... bear the same degree of likeness as the last quoted passages , i . e . where the hands are scarce to be distinguished ; but I will give one parallel more from thence , because the passages are both extremely fine , though the hands from ...
الصفحة lxxix
... bear Proportion to the subject : If so , where Beaumont and Fletcher shall vouchsafe to be That subject , That joy must be extasy . Fury is the complexion of great wits ; The fool's distemper : He , that's mad by fits , Is wise so too ...
... bear Proportion to the subject : If so , where Beaumont and Fletcher shall vouchsafe to be That subject , That joy must be extasy . Fury is the complexion of great wits ; The fool's distemper : He , that's mad by fits , Is wise so too ...
الصفحة lxxxi
... bear , As if that Nature Art , Art Nature were . Yet all had nothing been , obscurely kept In the same urn wherein his dust hath slept ; Nor had he ris ' the Delphic wreath to claim , Had not the dying scene expir'd his name ; Despair ...
... bear , As if that Nature Art , Art Nature were . Yet all had nothing been , obscurely kept In the same urn wherein his dust hath slept ; Nor had he ris ' the Delphic wreath to claim , Had not the dying scene expir'd his name ; Despair ...
الصفحة lxxxii
... Bear back , my masters ; pray keep back ; forbear : You cannot , at this time , have entrance here . You , that are worthy , may , by intercession , Find entertainment at the next impression . But let none then attempt it , that not ...
... Bear back , my masters ; pray keep back ; forbear : You cannot , at this time , have entrance here . You , that are worthy , may , by intercession , Find entertainment at the next impression . But let none then attempt it , that not ...
الصفحة xc
... bear the hammer , 57 and , the deeper , We still arise more image of his will ; Sickness , an humorous cloud ' twixt us and light , And death , at longest , but another night ! Man is his own star , and that soul that can Be honest , is ...
... bear the hammer , 57 and , the deeper , We still arise more image of his will ; Sickness , an humorous cloud ' twixt us and light , And death , at longest , but another night ! Man is his own star , and that soul that can Be honest , is ...
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مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة xcii - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid ! Heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life...
الصفحة lxxxix - Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
الصفحة 399 - His gardens next your admiration call; On every side you look, behold the wall! No pleasing intricacies intervene, No artful wildness to perplex the scene ; Grove nods at grove, each alley has a brother, And half the platform just reflects the other.
الصفحة 389 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby ; Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby : Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh ; So, good night, with lullaby.
الصفحة xxxi - Do my face (If thou had'st ever feeling of a sorrow) Thus, thus, Antiphila : strive to make me look Like Sorrow's monument ; and the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless ; let the rocks Groan with continual surges ; and behind me, Make all a desolation.
الصفحة xxxv - That place, that does Contain my books, the best companions, is To me a glorious court, where hourly I Converse with the old sages and philosophers ; And sometimes for variety I confer With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels; Calling their victories, if unjustly got, Unto a strict account; and in my fancy, Deface their ill-placed statues.
الصفحة 9 - 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 378 - I sit by and sing, Or gather rushes, to make many a ring For thy long fingers; tell thee tales of love) How the pale Phoebe, hunting in a grove, First saw the boy Endymion, from whose eyes She took eternal fire that never dies; How she...
الصفحة 54 - I' the morning with you, and at night behind you Past and forgotten ; how your vows are frosts, Fast for a night, and with the next sun gone ; How you are, being taken all together, A mere confusion, and so dead a chaos, That love cannot distinguish. These sad texts, Till my last hour, I am bound to utter of you. So, farewell all my woe, all my delight ! [Exit, Are.
الصفحة 67 - I have wrong'd thee, and as much of joy That I repent it, issue from mine eyes; Let them appease thee. Take thy right; take her; She is thy right too; and forget to urge My vexed soul with that I did before.