The Works of Christopher Marlowe: Preface. Introduction. 1st pt. of Tamburlaine. 2d pt. of Tamburlaine. The tragical history of Dr. FaustusJohn C. Nimmo., 1885 |
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... Mahomet ; And all the trees are blasted with our breaths . 50 K. of Fez . What thinks your greatness best to be achieved In pursuit of the city's overthrow ? Baj . I will the captive pioners of Argier Cut off the water that by leaden ...
... Mahomet ; And all the trees are blasted with our breaths . 50 K. of Fez . What thinks your greatness best to be achieved In pursuit of the city's overthrow ? Baj . I will the captive pioners of Argier Cut off the water that by leaden ...
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... Mahomet my kinsman's sepulchre , And by the holy Alcoran I swear , He shall be made a chaste and lustless eunuch , And in my sarell tend my concubines ; And all his captains that thus stoutly stand , Shall draw the chariot of my ...
... Mahomet my kinsman's sepulchre , And by the holy Alcoran I swear , He shall be made a chaste and lustless eunuch , And in my sarell tend my concubines ; And all his captains that thus stoutly stand , Shall draw the chariot of my ...
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... Mahomet , solicit God himself , 190 And make him rain down murdering shot from heaven To dash the Scythians ' brains , and strike them dead , That dare to manage arms with him That offered jewels to thy sacred shrine , When first he ...
... Mahomet , solicit God himself , 190 And make him rain down murdering shot from heaven To dash the Scythians ' brains , and strike them dead , That dare to manage arms with him That offered jewels to thy sacred shrine , When first he ...
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... Mahomet -O sleepy Mahomet ! Zab . O cursed Mahomet , that makes us thus The slaves to Scythians rude and barbarous ! 270 Tamb . Come , bring them in ; and for this happy conquest , Triumph and solemnise a martial feast . 1 So 4to ...
... Mahomet -O sleepy Mahomet ! Zab . O cursed Mahomet , that makes us thus The slaves to Scythians rude and barbarous ! 270 Tamb . Come , bring them in ; and for this happy conquest , Triumph and solemnise a martial feast . 1 So 4to ...
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... Mahomet , That , sacrificing , slice and cut your flesh , Staining his altars with your purple blood ; Make Heaven to frown and every fixèd star To suck up poison from the moorish fens , And pour it in this glorious 2 tyrant's throat ...
... Mahomet , That , sacrificing , slice and cut your flesh , Staining his altars with your purple blood ; Make Heaven to frown and every fixèd star To suck up poison from the moorish fens , And pour it in this glorious 2 tyrant's throat ...
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Seite 98 - 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 digest...
Seite 52 - Our souls, whose faculties can comprehend The wondrous architecture of the world, And measure every wandering planet's course, Still climbing after knowledge infinite, And always moving as the restless spheres, Will us to wear ourselves, and never rest, Until we reach the ripest fruit of all, That perfect bliss and sole felicity, The sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
Seite 288 - You stars that reign'd at my nativity, Whose influence hath allotted death and hell, Now draw up Faustus, like a foggy mist...
Seite 287 - 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! The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, The Devil will come, and Faustus must be damned.
Seite xxvi - Nature that fram'd us of four elements, Warring within our breasts for regiment, Doth teach us all to have aspiring minds.
Seite 289 - 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.
Seite 199 - There is a God, full of revenging wrath, From whom the thunder and the lightning breaks, Whose scourge I am, and Him will I obey.
Seite lxvii - With neither of them that take offence was I acquainted, and with one of them I care not if I never be...
Seite 219 - In heavenly matters of theology ; Till swoln with cunning, of a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And. melting, heavens conspir'd his overthrow; For, falling to a devilish exercise, And glutted now with learning's golden gifts, He surfeits upon cursed necromancy; Nothing so sweet as magic is to him, Which he prefers before his chiefest bliss: And this the man that in his study sits.
Seite 287 - O spare me, Lucifer! — Where is it now? 'tis gone; and see where God Stretcheth out his arm, and bends his ireful brows!