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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... head and tail - pieces ; and of these we have , there are few that speak out , and tell us from whose labours their audiences were to expect either pleasure or instruction . However this evidence , such as it is , I shall lay before the ...
... head and tail - pieces ; and of these we have , there are few that speak out , and tell us from whose labours their audiences were to expect either pleasure or instruction . However this evidence , such as it is , I shall lay before the ...
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... head . Dig , dig , dig , dig , until the springs fly up , The cold , cold springs , that I may leap into them , And bathe my scorch'd limbs in their purling pleasures ; Or shoot me into the higher region , Where treasures of delicious ...
... head . Dig , dig , dig , dig , until the springs fly up , The cold , cold springs , that I may leap into them , And bathe my scorch'd limbs in their purling pleasures ; Or shoot me into the higher region , Where treasures of delicious ...
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... head . Mr. Pope being far too great an original himself to submit his own taste to that of Shakespeare's was fairly driven out of the field of criticism by the plain force of reason and argument ; but he soon retired to his poetic ...
... head . Mr. Pope being far too great an original himself to submit his own taste to that of Shakespeare's was fairly driven out of the field of criticism by the plain force of reason and argument ; but he soon retired to his poetic ...
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... head , and made him put gone here instead of some other word . Mr. Theobald had prevented me in the emendation : we read join'd so , and as I have his coneur- rence , I have the less doubt in preferring it to Mr. Sympзon's conjecture ...
... head , and made him put gone here instead of some other word . Mr. Theobald had prevented me in the emendation : we read join'd so , and as I have his coneur- rence , I have the less doubt in preferring it to Mr. Sympзon's conjecture ...
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... head of merit . But now he , Who in thy will hath part , is rich and free . But there's a caveat enter'd by command , None should pretend , but those can understand . HENRY MOODY , Bart.45 XX . On the deceased Author , Mr. JOHN FLETCHER ...
... head of merit . But now he , Who in thy will hath part , is rich and free . But there's a caveat enter'd by command , None should pretend , but those can understand . HENRY MOODY , Bart.45 XX . On the deceased Author , Mr. JOHN FLETCHER ...
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Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.