Specimens of English Dramatic Poets: Who Lived about the Time of Shakespeare: with NotesLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 - 484 стор. Includes selections, in verse, from plays by dramatists other than Shakespeare. |
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... once and then thy soldiers march'd like players , With garish robes , nor armor ; and thyself Bedaub'd with gold , rode laughing at the rest , Nodding and shaking of thy spangled crest , Where womens ' favors hung like labels down . Lan ...
... once and then thy soldiers march'd like players , With garish robes , nor armor ; and thyself Bedaub'd with gold , rode laughing at the rest , Nodding and shaking of thy spangled crest , Where womens ' favors hung like labels down . Lan ...
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... once- But stay a while , let me be king till night , That I may gaze upon this glittering crown ; So shall my eyes receive their last content , My head the latest honour due to it , And jointly both yield up their wished right ...
... once- But stay a while , let me be king till night , That I may gaze upon this glittering crown ; So shall my eyes receive their last content , My head the latest honour due to it , And jointly both yield up their wished right ...
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... once gave ear to divinity : and now it is too late . Gentlemen , away , lest you perish with me . Sec . Sch . O what may we do to save Faustus ? Faust . Talk not of me but save yourselves and depart . Third Sch . God will strengthen me ...
... once gave ear to divinity : and now it is too late . Gentlemen , away , lest you perish with me . Sec . Sch . O what may we do to save Faustus ? Faust . Talk not of me but save yourselves and depart . Third Sch . God will strengthen me ...
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... once admired For wondrous knowledge in our German schools , We'll give his mangled limbs due burial : And all the scholars , cloth'd in mourning black , Shall wait upon his heavy funeral . Chorus . Cut is the branch that might have ...
... once admired For wondrous knowledge in our German schools , We'll give his mangled limbs due burial : And all the scholars , cloth'd in mourning black , Shall wait upon his heavy funeral . Chorus . Cut is the branch that might have ...
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... once ? I have a friend , Selected by the heavens as a gift To make me happy whilst I live on earth ; A man so rare of goodness , firm of faith , That earth's content must vanish in his death . Then for my love and mistress of my soul ...
... once ? I have a friend , Selected by the heavens as a gift To make me happy whilst I live on earth ; A man so rare of goodness , firm of faith , That earth's content must vanish in his death . Then for my love and mistress of my soul ...
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Specimens of English Dramatic Poets, who Lived about the Time of Shakespeare Charles Lamb Повний перегляд - 1857 |
Specimens of English dramatic poets, who lived about the time of Shakespeare Charles Lamb Повний перегляд - 1860 |
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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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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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!