Representative English Plays: From the Middle Ages to the End of the Nineteenth CenturyJohn Strong Perry Tatlock, Robert Grant Martin Century Company, 1916 - 836 Seiten |
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... dear , that would vouchsafe Thus low to appear to a simple knave ; Bless us , Lord , here , for charity I it crave ; The better may we steer the ship that we shall have , Certain . God . Noah , to thee and to thy fry My blessing grant I ...
... dear , that would vouchsafe Thus low to appear to a simple knave ; Bless us , Lord , here , for charity I it crave ; The better may we steer the ship that we shall have , Certain . God . Noah , to thee and to thy fry My blessing grant I ...
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... dear Father of bliss , As Isaac here , my own sweet son . I have divers children mo , The which I love not half so well ; This fair sweet child he cheers me so , In every place where that I go , That no disease 3 here may I feel . And ...
... dear Father of bliss , As Isaac here , my own sweet son . I have divers children mo , The which I love not half so well ; This fair sweet child he cheers me so , In every place where that I go , That no disease 3 here may I feel . And ...
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... dear child to me hath been ! I had liefer , if God had been pleased , For to have forborne all the good that I have , Than [ that ] Isaac , my son , should have been diseased , So God in heaven my soul may save ! I loved never thing so ...
... dear child to me hath been ! I had liefer , if God had been pleased , For to have forborne all the good that I have , Than [ that ] Isaac , my son , should have been diseased , So God in heaven my soul may save ! I loved never thing so ...
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... dear son Isaac , speak no more . Is . Ah , my own dear father , wherefore ? We shall speak together here but a while . And sithen that I must needs be dead , Yet , my dear father , to you I pray , Smite but few strokes at my head , And ...
... dear son Isaac , speak no more . Is . Ah , my own dear father , wherefore ? We shall speak together here but a while . And sithen that I must needs be dead , Yet , my dear father , to you I pray , Smite but few strokes at my head , And ...
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... dear child . Here Abraham drew his stroke , and the Angel took the sword in his hand sud- denly . Ang . I am an angel , thou mayest see blithe , That from heaven to thee is sent . Our Lord thanketh thee a hundred sithes 31 For the ...
... dear child . Here Abraham drew his stroke , and the Angel took the sword in his hand sud- denly . Ang . I am an angel , thou mayest see blithe , That from heaven to thee is sent . Our Lord thanketh thee a hundred sithes 31 For the ...
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Accius Almah Almanz Almanzor art thou Beat Belv Belvidera blood Boab brother Cato Charles Mountford dare daugh daughter dear death Delio Dion dost Duch Enter Everyman Exeunt Exit eyes Eyre Face Fain fair faith father fear fellow Ferd Firk fool fortune Gaveston gentleman give hand hath hear heart Heaven honor hope Isab Jaff Juba King Lady Teaz Lady Wish leave live look lord madam Marlow marriage marry master Mirabell Miss Hard mistress Mortimer ne'er never noble Pharamond Philaster Pierr Pinac pity play poor pray prince SCENE Sealand servant Shep Sir Oliv Sir Pet Sir Peter soul speak sure Surf sweet Syphax tell thee there's thing thou art thought Thra Tom Thumb Tony Wendoll What's wife woman young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 573 - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Seite 551 - Tis not a set of features, or complexion, The tincture of a skin, that I admire: Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense. The virtuous Marcia towers above her sex: True, she is fair (oh, how divinely fair!), But still the lovely maid improves her charms With inward greatness, unaffected wisdom, And sanctity of manners; Cato's soul Shines out in everything she acts or speaks.
Seite 573 - I'm weary of conjectures— this must end 'em [Laying his hand on his sword. . Thus am I doubly armed : my death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me. This in a moment brings me to an end ; But this informs me I shall never die.' The soul, secured in her existence, smiles At the drawn dagger, and defies its point. The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years ; But thou shall flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amid the war of elements, The wreck...
Seite 573 - The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me : But shadows, clouds, and darkness, rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a power above us (And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works), he must delight in virtue ; And that which he delights in must be happy.
Seite 529 - Sunday in a new chariot, to provoke eyes and whispers; and then never to be seen there together again; as if we were proud of one another the first week, and ashamed of one another ever after. Let us never visit together, nor go to a play together, but let us be very strange and well bred : let us be as strange as if we had been married a great while; and as well bred as if we were not married at all.
Seite 647 - Mar. [Perusing] What's here ( For the first course; for the second course ; for the dessert. The devil, Sir, do you think, we have brought down the whole Joiners...
Seite 647 - Sir, you have a right to command here. Here, Roger, bring us the bill of fare for to-night's supper. I believe it's drawn out. Your manner, Mr. Hastings, puts me in mind of my uncle, Colonel Wallop. It was a saying of his, that no man was sure of his supper till he had eaten it.
Seite 642 - I'll -wager the rascals a crown, They always preach best with a skinful. But when you come down with your pence, For a slice of their scurvy religion, I'll leave it to all men of sense, But you, my good friend, are the pigeon.
Seite 114 - Tis not the first time I have killed a man. 80 I learned in Naples how to poison flowers ; To strangle with a lawn thrust down the throat ; To pierce the windpipe with a needle's point ; Or whilst one is asleep, to take a quill And blow a little powder in his ears : Or open his mouth and pour quicksilver down. And yet I have a braver way than these.
Seite 695 - Ay, ay, these are done in the true spirit of portrait-painting ; no volontiere grace or expression. Not like the works of your modern Raphaels, who give you the strongest resemblance, yet contrive to make your portrait independent of you ; so that you may sink the original and not hurt the picture.