Anglia: Zeitschrift für englische Philologie, المجلد 7

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M. Niemeyer, 1864

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الصفحة 329 - Hell rises, heav'n descends, and dance on earth ; Gods, imps, and monsters, music, rage, and mirth, A fire, a jig, a battle, and a ball, Till one wide conflagration swallows all.
الصفحة 130 - But afterwards the common opinion was that these women were either the weird sisters, that is (as ye would say) the goddesses of destinie, or else some nymphs or feiries, indued with knowledge of prophesie by their necromanticall science, bicause everie thing came to passe as they had spoken.
الصفحة 126 - mongst troops of spirits : No ring of bells to our ears sounds, No howls of wolves, no yelps of hounds ; No, not the noise of water's breach, Or cannon's throat our height can reach.
الصفحة 122 - MACBETH, A TRAGEDY. | With all the ALTERATIONS, | AMENDMENTS, ADDITIONS, | AND NEW SONGS. | [rule] | As it's now Acted at the Dukes Theatre.
الصفحة 138 - Hickes has taken notice of this peculiarity, but has not attempted to explain the author's reasons for it ; and indeed, without a more perfect knowledge than we now probably can have of the Saxon pronunciation, they seem totally inexplicable. In the few lines, which I think it necessary to quote here as a specimen of the Metre, I shall venture (first begging Ormin's pardon for disregarding his injunction) to leave out the superfluous letters, and I shall also for my own ease as well as that of the...
الصفحة 126 - Air While the Moon shines fair ; To Sing, to Toy, to Dance and Kiss, Over Woods, high Rocks and Mountains ; Over Hills, and misty Fountains : Over Steeples, Towers, and Turrets : We flye by night 'mongst troops of Spirits. No Ring of Bells to our Ears sounds, No howles of Wolves, nor Yelps of Hounds; No, nor the noise of Waters breach, Nor Cannons Throats our Height can reach.
الصفحة 310 - Thou shalte never master me; I will no longer let for thee, My God, I maye not greeve. ISAAKE. A ! mercye, father, why tarye you soe ? Smyte of my head, and let me goe.

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