The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes. Illustrated with Notes, Historical, Critical, and Explanatory, and a Life of the Author, Volumen3William Miller, 1808 |
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... beat to one . Observing poets all their walks invade , As men watch woodcocks gliding through a glade : And when they have enough for comedy , They stow their several bodies in a pye : The poet's but the cook to fashion it , For ...
... beat to one . Observing poets all their walks invade , As men watch woodcocks gliding through a glade : And when they have enough for comedy , They stow their several bodies in a pye : The poet's but the cook to fashion it , For ...
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... beat me , I shall run in- to oil immediately . Warn . Hang him , rogue ; he's below your anger : I'll maul him for you the rogue's so big , I think ' twill ask two days to beat him all over . [ Beats him . Land . O rogue ! O villain ...
... beat me , I shall run in- to oil immediately . Warn . Hang him , rogue ; he's below your anger : I'll maul him for you the rogue's so big , I think ' twill ask two days to beat him all over . [ Beats him . Land . O rogue ! O villain ...
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... Beats him out . Rose . Sir , dinner waits you on the table . Sir John . Friend , will you go along , and take part of a bad repast ? Sir Mart . Thank you ; but I am just risen from table . Warn . Now he might sit with his mistress , and ...
... Beats him out . Rose . Sir , dinner waits you on the table . Sir John . Friend , will you go along , and take part of a bad repast ? Sir Mart . Thank you ; but I am just risen from table . Warn . Now he might sit with his mistress , and ...
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... beat him in my presence . Sir Mart . That's a good one , i'faith ; your pre- sence shall hinder me from beating my own servant ? Warn . O traitor to all sense and reason ! he's going to discover that too . Sir Mart . An I had a mind to beat ...
... beat him in my presence . Sir Mart . That's a good one , i'faith ; your pre- sence shall hinder me from beating my own servant ? Warn . O traitor to all sense and reason ! he's going to discover that too . Sir Mart . An I had a mind to beat ...
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... beats at my heart . Sometimes , in a pet , When I am despised , I my freedom would get : But strait a sweet smile Does my anger beguile , And my heart does recal ; Then the more I do struggle , the lower I fall . Heaven does not impart ...
... beats at my heart . Sometimes , in a pet , When I am despised , I my freedom would get : But strait a sweet smile Does my anger beguile , And my heart does recal ; Then the more I do struggle , the lower I fall . Heaven does not impart ...
Términos y frases comunes
Alon ALONZO Anto Ariel astrologer Aurelia Beat Beatrix Ben Jonson Berenice betwixt Calib Caliban Cath cavalier comedy confess daugh daughter death devil Don Lopez Don Melchor Dorinda dost duke Dupe Enter Exeunt Exit fate father fear Ferd fool fortune give Gonz hand haste hear heart heaven Hippolito honour hope i'faith JACINTHA JOHN DRYDEN lady live look Lord madam marry Mask MASKALL master Maximin methinks Mill Millisent mistress Mood Nakar ne'er never on't pity Plac PLACIDIUS play poet Porphyrius pr'ythee pray prince Prosp PROSPERO rogue Rose SCENE servant shew Sir John Sir Mart Sir Martin sister speak spirit St CATHARINE stay Steph sure sword Sycorax tell thee Theo Theodosia there's thing thou shalt thought Trinc Trincalo twas Vent Warn Warner Wild WILDBLOOD William Davenant woman women
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Página 119 - em. Caliban. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me and mad'st much of me, wouldst give me Water with berries in't, and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
Página 119 - would it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me ; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known...
Página 143 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change, Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Hark! now I hear them - Ding-dong, bell.
Página 196 - O ! wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pro. Tis new to thee.
Página 164 - Perhaps, sweet youth, when you behold her, you Will find you do not love her. HIP. I find already I love, because she is another woman. FERD. You cannot love two women both at once.
Página 355 - Poets, like lovers, should be bold, and dare — They spoil their business with an over-care; And he, who servilely creeps after sense, Is safe, but ne'er will reach an excellence.
Página 388 - I'le lead you thence to melancholy Groves. And there repeat the Scenes of our past Loves: At night, I will within your Curtains peep; With empty arms embrace you while you sleep ; In gentle dreams I often will be by; And sweep along, before your closing eye.
Página 99 - Eloquence, which uses to make a business of a Letter of Gallantry, an examen of a Farce; and, in short, a great pomp and ostentation of words on every trifle. This is certainly the Talent of that Nation, and ought not to be invaded by any other.
Página 103 - Shakspeare's magic could not copied be ; Within that circle none durst walk but he.
Página 186 - Blood calls for blood ; your Ferdinand shall die, And I, in bitterness, have sent for you, To have the sudden joy of seeing him alive, And then the greater grief to see him die.