Specimens of English Dramatic Poets: Who Lived about the Time of Shakespeare. With Notes, Tom 1E. Moxon, 1844 |
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... give entire scenes , and in some instances successive scenes , rather than to string together single passages and detached beauties , which I have always found wearisome in the reading in selections of this nature . To every extract is ...
... give entire scenes , and in some instances successive scenes , rather than to string together single passages and detached beauties , which I have always found wearisome in the reading in selections of this nature . To every extract is ...
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... give consent to that is done in darkness . And all those stars that gaze upon her face , Are aglets on her sleeve , pins on her train : And those that should be powerful and divine , Do sleep in darkness when they most should shine ...
... give consent to that is done in darkness . And all those stars that gaze upon her face , Are aglets on her sleeve , pins on her train : And those that should be powerful and divine , Do sleep in darkness when they most should shine ...
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... gives earth to my desires , Verdure to earth , and to that verdure flowers , To flowers 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 ...
... gives earth to my desires , Verdure to earth , and to that verdure flowers , To flowers 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 ...
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... give ambitious Mortimer my right , That like a mountain overwhelms my bliss , In which extreme my mind here murther'd is . But what the heav'ns appoint , I must obey . Here , take my crown ; the life of Edward too ; Two kings in England ...
... give ambitious Mortimer my right , That like a mountain overwhelms my bliss , In which extreme my mind here murther'd is . But what the heav'ns appoint , I must obey . Here , take my crown ; the life of Edward too ; Two kings in England ...
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... give me bread and water , being a king ; So that , for want of sleep and sustenance , My mind's distemper'd , and my body's numb'd And whether I have limbs or no , I know not . O would my blood drop out from every vein , As doth this ...
... give me bread and water , being a king ; So that , for want of sleep and sustenance , My mind's distemper'd , and my body's numb'd And whether I have limbs or no , I know not . O would my blood drop out from every vein , As doth this ...
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Strona 192 - Of what is't fools make such vain keeping? Sin their conception, their birth weeping, Their life a general mist of error, Their death a hideous storm of terror. Strew your hair with powders sweet, Don clean linen, bathe your feet, And (the foul fiend more to check) A crucifix let bless your neck : 'Tis now full tide 'tween night and day ; End your groan, and come away.
Strona 208 - 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.
Strona 25 - I see my tragedy written in thy brows. Yet stay awhile ; forbear thy bloody hand, And let me see the stroke before it comes, That even then when I shall lose my life, My mind may be more steadfast on my God.
Strona 28 - Rather had I, a Jew, be hated thus Than pitied in a Christian poverty ; For I can see no fruits in all their faith, But malice, falsehood, and excessive pride, Which, methinks, fits not their profession.
Strona 32 - I'll have them read me strange philosophy And tell the secrets of all foreign kings; I'll have them wall all Germany with brass, And make swift Rhine circle fair Wittenberg; I'll have them fill the public schools with silk...
Strona 35 - 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!
Strona 193 - So I were out of your whispering. Tell my brothers That I perceive death, now I am well awake, Best gift is they can give or I can take. I would fain put off my last woman's fault, I'd not be tedious to you. . . . Pull, and pull strongly, for your able strength Must pull down Heaven upon me: — Yet stay; Heaven-gates are not so highly arched As princes' palaces; they that enter there Must go upon their knees.
Strona 30 - He surfeits on the cursed necromancy. Nothing so sweet as magic is to him, Which he prefers before his chiefest bliss, And this the man that in his study sits.
Strona 26 - O, if thou harbour'st murder in thy heart, Let this gift change thy mind, and save thy soul ! Know that I am a king : O, at that name I feel a hell of grief.
Strona 20 - Uncle, his wanton humour grieves not me; But this I scorn, that one so basely born Should by his sovereign's favour grow so pert, And riot it with the treasure of the realm. While soldiers mutiny for want of pay, He wears a lord's revenue on his back, And Midas-like, he jets...