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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... thee . Ah noble prince , how oft have I beheld Thee mounted on thy fierce and trampling steed , Shining in armour bright before the tilt , And with thy mistress ' sleeve tied on thy helm , There charge thy staff , to please thy lady's ...
... thee . Ah noble prince , how oft have I beheld Thee mounted on thy fierce and trampling steed , Shining in armour bright before the tilt , And with thy mistress ' sleeve tied on thy helm , There charge thy staff , to please thy lady's ...
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... thee to be Pedro , and he Jaques . I'll prove it to thee ; and were I mad , how could I ? Where was she the same night , when my Horatio was murder'd ? She should have shone : search thou the book : Had the moon shone in my boy's face ...
... thee to be Pedro , and he Jaques . I'll prove it to thee ; and were I mad , how could I ? Where was she the same night , when my Horatio was murder'd ? She should have shone : search thou the book : Had the moon shone in my boy's face ...
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... thee , God hath engross'd all justice in his 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 ? Pain . Ay , sir , no man did hold ...
... thee , God hath engross'd all justice in his 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 ? Pain . Ay , sir , no man did hold ...
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... thee , Thy body smoother than this waveless spring , And purer than the substance of the same , Can creep through that his lances cannot pierce . Thou and thy sister soft and sacred Air , Goddess of life , and governess of health ...
... thee , Thy body smoother than this waveless spring , And purer than the substance of the same , Can creep through that his lances cannot pierce . Thou and thy sister soft and sacred Air , Goddess of life , and governess of health ...
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... thee Jove , shall wait upon thy cup And fill thee nectar : their enticing eyes Shall serve as chrystal , wherein thou may'st see To dress thyself ; if thou wilt smile on me . Smile on me ; and with coronets of pearl And bells of gold ...
... thee Jove , shall wait upon thy cup And fill thee nectar : their enticing eyes Shall serve as chrystal , wherein thou may'st see To dress thyself ; if thou wilt smile on me . Smile on me ; and with coronets of pearl And bells of gold ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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!