Specimens of English Dramatic Poets: Who Lived about the Time of Shakespeare: with NotesLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 - 484 من الصفحات Includes selections, in verse, from plays by dramatists other than Shakespeare. |
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... sweet and welcome death . Dear Eubulus , work this we thee beseech . Eub . Patient your grace , perhaps he liveth yet , With wound receiv'd but not of certain death . Gorb . O let us then repair unto the place , And see if that Porrex ...
... sweet and welcome death . Dear Eubulus , work this we thee beseech . Eub . Patient your grace , perhaps he liveth yet , With wound receiv'd but not of certain death . Gorb . O let us then repair unto the place , And see if that Porrex ...
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... standing by me , with a speaking look to my son Horatio , which should intend to this , or some such like purpose ; God bless thee , my sweet son ; and my hand leaning upon upon his head thus , sir , do you see 10 SPANISH TRAGEDY .
... standing by me , with a speaking look to my son Horatio , which should intend to this , or some such like purpose ; God bless thee , my sweet son ; and my hand leaning upon upon his head thus , sir , do you see 10 SPANISH TRAGEDY .
الصفحة 13
... sweet air , Black shade , fair nurse , shadow my white hair : Shine sun , burn fire , breathe air and ease me , Black shade , fair nurse , shroud me and please me ; Shadow ( my sweet nurse ) keep me from burning , Make not my glad cause ...
... sweet air , Black shade , fair nurse , shadow my white hair : Shine sun , burn fire , breathe air and ease me , Black shade , fair nurse , shroud me and please me ; Shadow ( my sweet nurse ) keep me from burning , Make not my glad cause ...
الصفحة 14
... sweet plain that bears her pleasant weight , Be still enamel'd with discolour'd flowers ; That precious fount bear sand of purest gold ; And for the pebble , let the silver streams That pierce earth's bowels to maintain the source ...
... sweet plain that bears her pleasant weight , Be still enamel'd with discolour'd flowers ; That precious fount bear sand of purest gold ; And for the pebble , let the silver streams That pierce earth's bowels to maintain the source ...
الصفحة 15
... sweet odours , and to odours wings , That carries pleasures to the hearts of Kings . * * * * * * * * * * * * * Now comes my Lover tripping like the Roe , And brings my longings tangled in her hair . To joy her love I'll build a Kingly ...
... sweet odours , and to odours wings , That carries pleasures to the hearts of Kings . * * * * * * * * * * * * * Now comes my Lover tripping like the Roe , And brings my longings tangled in her hair . To joy her love I'll build a Kingly ...
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Alaham blessing blood Bonduca breath brother Cæsar Calica call'd Camena Carracus 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 Hecate hell honour hope Jacin JOHN FLETCHER JOHN FORD JOHN MARSTON JOHN WEBSTER King kiss kneel lady live look lord lov'd Madam methinks Mont Moth mother ne'er Nennius never night noble Ovid pardon passion PHILIP MASSINGER pity poor pray prison Queen revenge Shakspeare shame shew sister sorrow soul speak spirit sweet sword Tamburlaine tears tell thee there's thine thing THOMAS HEYWOOD THOMAS MIDDLETON thou art thou hast thoughts thyself TRAGEDY twas unto Violanta virtue weep what's whilst wife WILLIAM ROWLEY Witch woman
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الصفحة 231 - 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 36 - 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 38 - 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 371 - Here be grapes, whose lusty blood Is the learned poet's good, Sweeter yet did never crown The head of Bacchus ; nuts more brown Than the squirrel's teeth that crack them...
الصفحة 24 - I might ! but heavens and earth conspire To make me miserable ! Here receive my crown ; Receive it ? no, these innocent hands of mine Shall not be guilty of so foul a crime.
الصفحة 205 - And I did vow never to part with it But to my second husband. Ant. You have parted with it now. Duch. Yes, to help your eye-sight. Ant. You have made me stark blind. Duch. How? Ant. There is a saucy and ambitious devil Is dancing in this circle.
الصفحة 354 - And thou shalt find her honourable, boy ! Full of regard unto thy tender youth, For thine own modesty ; and for my sake, Apter to give, than thou wilt be to ask, ay ! or deserve. Bell. Sir ! you did take me up when I was nothing, And only yet am something by being yours...
الصفحة 35 - Ah, my God, I would weep, but the Devil draws in my tears. Gush forth blood instead of tears ! Yea, life and soul ! Oh, he stays my tongue ! I would lift up my hands, but see, they hold them, they hold them ! All.
الصفحة 214 - Come, violent death, Serve for mandragora, to make me sleep: Go, tell my brothers, when I am laid out, They then may feed in quiet.
الصفحة 36 - 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!