Little Theater Classics, Band 1

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Samuel Atkins Eliot
Little, Brown, 1918
 

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Seite 168 - Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss! Her lips suck forth my soul! See, where it flies! Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for Heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
Seite 168 - Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in, the beauty of a thousand stars...
Seite 123 - All things that move between the quiet poles Shall be at my command. Emperors and kings Are but obeyed in their several provinces, Nor can they raise the wind or rend the clouds; But his dominion that exceeds in this Stretcheth as far as doth the mind of man. A sound magician is a mighty god : Here, Faustus, try thy brains to gain a deity.
Seite 176 - Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel bough That sometime grew within this learned man...
Seite 124 - 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...
Seite 138 - But, Faustus, thou must bequeath it solemnly, And write a deed of gift with thine own blood, For that security craves great Lucifer. If thou deny it, I will back to hell.
Seite 122 - If we say that we have no sin we deceive ourselves, and there's no truth in us. Why, then, belike we must sin, and so consequently die. Ay, we must die an everlasting death. What doctrine call you this, Che sera sera, What will be, shall be?
Seite 135 - CLOWN. How! a Christian fellow to a dog or a cat, a mouse or a rat! No, no, sir. If you turn me into...
Seite 163 - Old Man. Ah, Doctor Faustus, that I might prevail To guide thy steps unto the way of life, By which sweet path thou may'st attain the goal That shall conduct thee to celestial rest! Break heart, drop blood, and mingle it with tears, Tears falling from repentant heaviness Of thy most vile and loathsome filthiness...
Seite 132 - O Faustus ! leave these frivolous demands, Which strike a terror to my fainting soul. FAUST. What, is great Mephistophilis so passionate For being deprived of the joys of heaven? Learn thou of Faustus' manly fortitude, And scorn those joys thou never shalt possess.

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