Specimens of English dramatic poets. New ed. (2 pt. in 1 v.)W. P. Hazard, 1857 |
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... sweet and welcome death . Dear Eubulus , work this we thee beseech . Eub . Patient your grace , perhaps he liveth yet , With wound receiv'd but not of certain death . Gorb . O let us then repair unto the place , And see if that Porrex ...
... sweet and welcome death . Dear Eubulus , work this we thee beseech . Eub . Patient your grace , perhaps he liveth yet , With wound receiv'd but not of certain death . Gorb . O let us then repair unto the place , And see if that Porrex ...
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... God bless thee , my sweet son ; and my hand leaning upon his head thus , sir , de you see ? may it be done ? Pain . Very well , sir . Hier . Nay , I pray mark me , sir . Then , sir , would I have you paint me 10 ENGLISH DRAMATIC POETS.
... God bless thee , my sweet son ; and my hand leaning upon his head thus , sir , de you see ? may it be done ? Pain . Very well , sir . Hier . Nay , I pray mark me , sir . Then , sir , would I have you paint me 10 ENGLISH DRAMATIC POETS.
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... sweet air , Black shade , fair nurse , shadow my white hair : Shine sun , burn fire , breathe air and ease me , Black shade , fair nurse , shroud me and please me ; Shadow ( my sweet nurse ) keep me from burning , Make not my glad cause ...
... sweet air , Black shade , fair nurse , shadow my white hair : Shine sun , burn fire , breathe air and ease me , Black shade , fair nurse , shroud me and please me ; Shadow ( my sweet nurse ) keep me from burning , Make not my glad cause ...
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... sweet ; No brazen gate her passage can repulse , Nor bushy thicket bar thy subtle breath . Then deck thee with thy loose delightsome robes , And on thy wings bring delicate perfumes , To play the wantons with us through the leaves ...
... sweet ; No brazen gate her passage can repulse , Nor bushy thicket bar thy subtle breath . Then deck thee with thy loose delightsome robes , And on thy wings bring delicate perfumes , To play the wantons with us through the leaves ...
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... sweet odors , and to odors wings , That carries pleasures to the hearts of Kings . * * * * * * * * Now comes my Lover tripping like the Roe , And brings my longings tangled in her hair . To joy her love I'll build a kingly bower ...
... sweet odors , and to odors wings , That carries pleasures to the hearts of Kings . * * * * * * * * Now comes my Lover tripping like the Roe , And brings my longings tangled in her hair . To joy her love I'll build a kingly bower ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Alaham blessing blood Bonduca breath brother Cæsar Calica Camena Carracus cheek Clor Corb court curse dare dead dear death dost doth Duch Duke earth eyes fair father Faustus fear fortune Fran give grief hand happy hate hath hear heart heaven hell honor hope Jacin JAMES SHIRLEY JOHN FLETCHER JOHN FORD JOHN MARSTON JOHN WEBSTER King kiss kneel lady leave live look lord Madam methinks Moth mother ne'er Nennius never night noble Ovid pardon passion PHILIP MASSINGER pity pleasure poison poor pray Queen revenge Shakspeare shame sister sorrow soul speak spirit sweet sword Tamburlaine tears tell thee thine things THOMAS HEYWOOD THOMAS MIDDLETON thou art thou hast thoughts thyself tongue TRAGEDY true twas unto Violanta virtue weep what's whilst wife WILLIAM ROWLEY Witch woman
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 26 - And there, in mire and puddle have I stood This ten days' space ; and lest that I should sleep, One plays continually upon a drum. They give me bread and water, being a king ; So that, for want of sleep and sustenance, My mind's distemper'd, and my body's numb'd, And whether I have limbs or no, I know not.
Seite 27 - Edw. Something still buzzeth in mine ears, And tells me if I sleep I never wake; This fear is that which makes me tremble thus. And therefore tell me, wherefore art thou come ? Light.
Seite 36 - ... 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!
Seite 19 - I must have wanton poets, pleasant wits, Musicians, that with touching of a string May draw the pliant king which way I please: Music and poetry is his delight; Therefore I'll have Italian masks by night, Sweet speeches, comedies, and pleasing shows...
Seite 163 - They are foul anomalies, of whom we know not whence they are sprung, nor whether they have beginning or ending. As they are without human passions, so they seem to be without human relations. They come with thunder and lightning, and vanish to airy music. This is all we know of them. Except Hecate, they have no names, which heightens their mysteriousness.
Seite 162 - Black spirits and white, red spirits and gray, Mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may! Titty, Tiffin, Keep it stiff in; Firedrake, Puckey, Make it lucky; Liard, Robin, You must bob in. Round, around, around, about, about! All ill come running in, all good keep out!
Seite 113 - When no breath troubles them. Believe me, boy, Care seeks out wrinkled brows and hollow eyes, And builds himself caves, to abide in them.
Seite 104 - Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; Say I died true: My love was false, but I was firm From my hour of birth. Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth!
Seite 202 - What would it pleasure me to have my throat cut With diamonds ? or to be smothered With cassia? or to be shot to death with pearls? I know death hath ten thousand several doors For men to take their exits...
Seite 64 - tis the soul of peace : Of all the virtues, 'tis nearest kin to heaven ; It makes men look like gods. The best of men That e'er wore earth about him, was a sufferer; A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit : The first true gentleman, that ever breathed.