The Old English DramatistsHoughton, Mifflin, 1892 - 132 Seiten |
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... suppose . Then I was at the period in life when thoughts rose in coveys , and one filled one's bag without considering too nicely whether the game had been hatched within his neighbor's fence or within his own , — a period of life when ...
... suppose . Then I was at the period in life when thoughts rose in coveys , and one filled one's bag without considering too nicely whether the game had been hatched within his neighbor's fence or within his own , — a period of life when ...
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... suppose that our elders used it indiscriminately , or tumbled out their words as they would dice , trusting that luck or chance would send them a happy throw ; that they did not select , arrange , combine , and make use of the most ...
... suppose that our elders used it indiscriminately , or tumbled out their words as they would dice , trusting that luck or chance would send them a happy throw ; that they did not select , arrange , combine , and make use of the most ...
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... earth . Or take this for a pretty fancy : - " The moon hath through her bow scarce drawn to the head , Like to twelve silver arrows , all the months Since " 9 when do you suppose ? I give you three guesses THE OLD ENGLISH DRAMATISTS 21.
... earth . Or take this for a pretty fancy : - " The moon hath through her bow scarce drawn to the head , Like to twelve silver arrows , all the months Since " 9 when do you suppose ? I give you three guesses THE OLD ENGLISH DRAMATISTS 21.
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James Russell Lowell. when do you suppose ? I give you three guesses , as the children say . Since 1600 ! Poor Fancy shudders at this opening of Haydn's " Dictionary of Dates " and thinks her silver arrows a little out of place , like a ...
James Russell Lowell. when do you suppose ? I give you three guesses , as the children say . Since 1600 ! Poor Fancy shudders at this opening of Haydn's " Dictionary of Dates " and thinks her silver arrows a little out of place , like a ...
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... suppose , the answer of Medea when asked what remains to her in her desertion and danger : " Medea super- est . " This is as unlike Chapman as he is unlike Marlowe or Webster . His genius never could have compressed itself into so ...
... suppose , the answer of Medea when asked what remains to her in her desertion and danger : " Medea super- est . " This is as unlike Chapman as he is unlike Marlowe or Webster . His genius never could have compressed itself into so ...
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Arethusa Beaumont and Fletcher beauty Bellario Ben Jonson Brachiano Bussy d'Ambois Cæsar called Chapman character Charles Lamb charm coarse comedies Contarino delight doth dramatic Dryden Duchess of Malfi fancy Faustus feel fine madness Flamineo fond genius gilt top give half calf hand hath Heaven hell Hero and Leander Homer honor humor Iliad imagination Jew of Malta Jolenta Jonson King Lady language Leonora less literature live Lucifer Marlowe Marlowe's Massinger Massinger's Mephistophilis mind nature never noble Old English Dramatists passage passion pathos perhaps Philaster PHILIP MASSINGER phrase play pleasure plot poem poet poetical poetry Romelio scene seems sense sentiment Shakespeare song Song of Roland soul speaking speech Spenser spirit stage style suppose sure sweet Tamburlaine theatre thee things thou thought tion tongue tragedy translation true verse Vittoria Webster words wrote youth Zanche
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Seite 15 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid ! heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life...
Seite 37 - Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts, And every sweetness that inspired their hearts, Their minds, and muses on admired themes ; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit ; If these had made one poem's period, And all combined in beauty's worthiness, Yet should there hover in their restless heads One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the least, Which into words no virtue can...
Seite 51 - I'll leap up to my God! Who pulls me down? See, see where Christ's blood streams in the firmament! One drop would save my soul, half a drop, ah, my Christ!
Seite 40 - The reluctant pangs of abdicating royalty in Edward furnished hints, which Shakspeare scarcely improved in his Richard the Second ; and the death-scene of Marlowe's king moves pity and terror beyond any scene, ancient or modern, with which I am acquainted.
Seite 50 - I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates; I'll have them read me strange philosophy And tell the secrets of all foreign kings...
Seite 49 - 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, tire thy brains to gain a deity.
Seite 130 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Seite 51 - 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 52 - Oh, no end is limited to damned souls ! Why wert thou not a creature wanting soul? Or why is this immortal that thou hast ? Ah, Pythagoras...
Seite 113 - Underneath this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse: Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother. Death, ere thou hast slain another Fair and learn'd and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.