The Poems of Robert Greene, Christopher Marlowe, and Ben JonsonG. Bell & sons, 1878 - 544 стор. |
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... leaves the whole of his immense wealth to Lucanio , and cuts off Roberto with a groat . In this ex- tremity , Roberto resolves to have his revenge upon Lucanio , who is simple , and easily imposed upon . In order to effect his purpose ...
... leaves the whole of his immense wealth to Lucanio , and cuts off Roberto with a groat . In this ex- tremity , Roberto resolves to have his revenge upon Lucanio , who is simple , and easily imposed upon . In order to effect his purpose ...
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... leave them to the mercy of these painted monsters , who , I doubt not , will drive the best - minded to despise them : for the rest , it skills not though they make a jest at them . ⚫ Thomas Lodge , the dramatist , who wrote one of the ...
... leave them to the mercy of these painted monsters , who , I doubt not , will drive the best - minded to despise them : for the rest , it skills not though they make a jest at them . ⚫ Thomas Lodge , the dramatist , who wrote one of the ...
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... leave where I would begin : for a whole book cannot contain their wrongs , which I am forced to knit up in some few lines of words . Dibdin , in his Reminiscences , observes that there is not the slightest mention of Shakspeare by any ...
... leave where I would begin : for a whole book cannot contain their wrongs , which I am forced to knit up in some few lines of words . Dibdin , in his Reminiscences , observes that there is not the slightest mention of Shakspeare by any ...
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... leave my toe , and kiss my lips , my love ! My lips are thine , for I have given them thee ; Within thy cap ' tis thou shalt wear my glove ; At foot - ball sport thou shalt my champion be . DORON . Carmela dear , even as the golden ball ...
... leave my toe , and kiss my lips , my love ! My lips are thine , for I have given them thee ; Within thy cap ' tis thou shalt wear my glove ; At foot - ball sport thou shalt my champion be . DORON . Carmela dear , even as the golden ball ...
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... Leaving behind nought but repentant thoughts Of days ill spent , for that which profits noughts . It's now a peace , and then a sudden war ; A hope consumed before it is conceived ; At hand it fears , and menaceth afar ; And he that ...
... Leaving behind nought but repentant thoughts Of days ill spent , for that which profits noughts . It's now a peace , and then a sudden war ; A hope consumed before it is conceived ; At hand it fears , and menaceth afar ; And he that ...
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Сторінка 399 - The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise ; I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room : Thou art a monument, without a tomb, And art alive still, while thy book doth live, And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
Сторінка 26 - ... supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you; and being an absolute Johannes factotum, is in his own conceit the only Shake-scene in a country.
Сторінка 232 - With coral clasps and amber studs ; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Сторінка 271 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon and an English man-of-war. Master Coleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances. CVL, with the English man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Сторінка 231 - And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield. There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.
Сторінка 158 - At Sestos Hero dwelt ; Hero the fair, Whom young Apollo courted for her hair. And offered as a dower his burning throne, Where she should sit, for men to gaze upon. The outside of her garments were of lawn, The lining purple silk, with gilt stars drawn ; Her wide sleeves green, and bordered with a grove, Where Venus in her naked glory strove To please the careless and disdainful eyes Of proud Adonis, that before her lies ; Her kirtle blue, whereon was many a stain, Made with the blood of wretched...
Сторінка 334 - Weep with me, all you that read This little story ; And know, for whom a tear you shed Death's self is sorry. 'Twas a child that so did thrive In grace and feature, As Heaven and Nature seemed to strive Which owned the creature.
Сторінка 399 - Euripides, and Sophocles to us; Pacuvius, Accius, him of Cordova dead, To life again, to hear thy buskin tread, And shake a stage ; or, when thy socks were on, Leave thee alone for the comparison Of all that insolent Greece or haughty Rome Sent forth, or since did from their ashes come.
Сторінка 382 - Do but look on her eyes, they do light All that Love's world compriseth ! Do but look on her hair, it is bright As Love's star when it riseth ! Do but mark, her forehead's smoother...
Сторінка 230 - The rest complain of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward Winter reckoning yields^ A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses. Thy cap, thy kirtle...