Specimens of English Dramatic Poets: Who Lived about the Time of Shakespeare: with NotesLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 - 484 páginas Includes selections, in verse, from plays by dramatists other than Shakespeare. |
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... hand whose stroke assays The armed breast where force doth light in vain . Gorb . Many can yield right grave and sage advice Of patient sprite to others wrapt in woe , And can in speech both rule and conquer kind , " Nature ; natural ...
... hand whose stroke assays The armed breast where force doth light in vain . Gorb . Many can yield right grave and sage advice Of patient sprite to others wrapt in woe , And can in speech both rule and conquer kind , " Nature ; natural ...
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... hand to slay her only son ? But out ( alas ) these eyes beheld the same , They saw the dreary sight , and are become Most ruthful records of the bloody fact . Porrex , alas , is by his mother slain , And with her hand , a woful thing to ...
... hand to slay her only son ? But out ( alas ) these eyes beheld the same , They saw the dreary sight , and are become Most ruthful records of the bloody fact . Porrex , alas , is by his mother slain , And with her hand , a woful thing to ...
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... hand gave him the mortal wound , Pitying alas ( for nought else could we do ) His rueful end , ran to the woful bed , Despoiled streight his breast , and all we might Wiped in vain with napkins next at hand The sudden streams of blood ...
... hand gave him the mortal wound , Pitying alas ( for nought else could we do ) His rueful end , ran to the woful bed , Despoiled streight his breast , and all we might Wiped in vain with napkins next at hand The sudden streams of blood ...
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... hand the wretched weapon Even to let fall , and kist him in the face , With tears , for ruth to reave such one by death ; Should nature yet consent to slay her son ? O mother , thou to murder thus thy child ! Even Jove with justice must ...
... hand the wretched weapon Even to let fall , and kist him in the face , With tears , for ruth to reave such one by death ; Should nature yet consent to slay her son ? O mother , thou to murder thus thy child ! Even Jove with justice must ...
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... hands , And there is none but what comes from him . 1 Pain . O then I see that God must right me for my mur- der'd son . Hier . How , was thy son murder'd ... hand leaning upon upon his head thus , sir , do you see 10 SPANISH TRAGEDY .
... hands , And there is none but what comes from him . 1 Pain . O then I see that God must right me for my mur- der'd son . Hier . How , was thy son murder'd ... hand leaning upon upon his head thus , sir , do you see 10 SPANISH TRAGEDY .
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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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Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!