The Retrospective Review, Band 7Charles and Henry Baldwyn, 1823 |
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... face , as of their compositions . Of John Webster , we only know that he lived in the reign of James the First , was clerk of the parish of St. Andrew's , Holborn ; and that after writing several plays , and one or two other ...
... face , as of their compositions . Of John Webster , we only know that he lived in the reign of James the First , was clerk of the parish of St. Andrew's , Holborn ; and that after writing several plays , and one or two other ...
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... face . Mon. Pray you mistress , satisfy me one question : Who lodg'd beneath your roof that fatal night Your husband brake his neck ? Bra . That question Inforceth me break silence ; I was there . Mont . Your business ? Bra . Why , I ...
... face . Mon. Pray you mistress , satisfy me one question : Who lodg'd beneath your roof that fatal night Your husband brake his neck ? Bra . That question Inforceth me break silence ; I was there . Mont . Your business ? Bra . Why , I ...
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... faces . Dutch . Let me know fully therefore the effect Of this thy dismal preparation , This talk , fit for a charnel ? Bos . Now , I shall : Here is a present from your princely brothers . And may it arrive welcome , for it brings Last ...
... faces . Dutch . Let me know fully therefore the effect Of this thy dismal preparation , This talk , fit for a charnel ? Bos . Now , I shall : Here is a present from your princely brothers . And may it arrive welcome , for it brings Last ...
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... . Bos . Do you not weep ? Other sins only speak ; murder shrieks out : The element of water moistens the earth , But blood flies upwards , and bedews the heavens . Fer . Cover her face : mine eyes dazzle : 110 Webster's Plays .
... . Bos . Do you not weep ? Other sins only speak ; murder shrieks out : The element of water moistens the earth , But blood flies upwards , and bedews the heavens . Fer . Cover her face : mine eyes dazzle : 110 Webster's Plays .
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... face again ; Why didst not thou pity her ? what an excellent Honest man might'st thou have been , If thou hadst borne her to some sanctuary ? Or ( bold in a good cause ) oppos'd thyself , With thy advanced sword above thy head , Between ...
... face again ; Why didst not thou pity her ? what an excellent Honest man might'st thou have been , If thou hadst borne her to some sanctuary ? Or ( bold in a good cause ) oppos'd thyself , With thy advanced sword above thy head , Between ...
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Seite 403 - As it fell upon a day In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made, Beasts did leap, and birds did sing, Trees did grow, and plants did spring...
Seite 395 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste...
Seite 396 - When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.
Seite 392 - LAWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a sullen day, what may be won From the hard season gaining? Time will run On smoother, till Favonius reinspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily and rose, that neither sowed nor spun.
Seite 396 - I'll read, his for his love." XXXIII Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Seite 404 - He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need : If thou sorrow, he will weep ; If thou wake, he cannot sleep ; Thus of every grief in heart He with thee doth bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.
Seite 394 - tis true I have gone here and there And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new.
Seite 6 - Then said he unto me, Son of man, hast thou seen what the ancients of the house of Israel do in the dark, every man in the chambers of his imagery ? for they say, The Lord seeth us not ; the Lord hath forsaken the earth.
Seite 383 - In limning out a well-proportion'd steed, His art with nature's workmanship at strife, As if the dead the living should exceed; So did this horse excel a common one In shape, in courage, colour, pace and bone.
Seite 399 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.