Hero and Leander: A PoemFrom the Press of C. Whittingham, 1821 - 124 Seiten |
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... true adorers with copious draughts , unadulterated , from the well - head of the Sacred Waters . - There are many would - be admirers who will perhaps expect the editor to draw also of every green ditch and muddy pond in the Delphian ...
... true adorers with copious draughts , unadulterated , from the well - head of the Sacred Waters . - There are many would - be admirers who will perhaps expect the editor to draw also of every green ditch and muddy pond in the Delphian ...
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... that his brains coming out at the dagger's point , he shortly after died . Thus did God , the true executioner of divine justice , work the end of impious atheists . " chapter entitled , " Whether Stage - players ought to XX PREFACE .
... that his brains coming out at the dagger's point , he shortly after died . Thus did God , the true executioner of divine justice , work the end of impious atheists . " chapter entitled , " Whether Stage - players ought to XX PREFACE .
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... True it is that among the papers of Lord Keeper Puckering , in the Harleian collection * at the British Museum , a paper exists which may be considered evidence of his heretical , and as it styles them , " damnable ” opinions . The ...
... True it is that among the papers of Lord Keeper Puckering , in the Harleian collection * at the British Museum , a paper exists which may be considered evidence of his heretical , and as it styles them , " damnable ” opinions . The ...
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... Like the imperious Sun , dispers'd their clouds.— I have perfum'd the rankness of their breath , * Monsters would be better both for sense and rhythm . And by the magic of true eloquence Transform'd this many xxxii PREFACE .
... Like the imperious Sun , dispers'd their clouds.— I have perfum'd the rankness of their breath , * Monsters would be better both for sense and rhythm . And by the magic of true eloquence Transform'd this many xxxii PREFACE .
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A Poem Christopher Marlowe, George Chapman. And by the magic of true eloquence Transform'd this many - headed Cerberus , This pied camelion , —this beast multitude , Whose power consists in number , pride in threats Yet melt like snow ...
A Poem Christopher Marlowe, George Chapman. And by the magic of true eloquence Transform'd this many - headed Cerberus , This pied camelion , —this beast multitude , Whose power consists in number , pride in threats Yet melt like snow ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Abydos admiration Alcmane amorous arms atheism beauty bliss blood bosom breast bright Chapman chaste cheeks CHRISTOPHER MARLOW colours conceits Cupid dark dear death Decameron delight doth E'en earth edit enamour'd Eucharis eyes face fair fancies Fates Faustus fear feast figur'd fire flame gainst gentle George Chapman goddess golden grace hair hand hath heart Heaven Hell Hellespont HENRY FUSELI HERO AND LEANDER Hero's honour Hymen Jove joys kiss kiss'd light limbs live look look'd lov'd Love's lovers Lust's Dominion maid maidenhead Marlow mind mix'd Musæus naked Neptune night nought nuptial nymph o'er Paris Bordone passion Peristera poem poet rich rites robe Robert Greene sacred Sestos Shakspeare shin'd shine shore sight soul spake spirit star stood sweet swim Tamburlaine thee THIRD SESTYAD Thomas Beard thou thought Tizian torch tower turn'd unto us'd valure Venus verse virgin vow'd vows waves writer wrought youth
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Seite xxxiv - 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!
Seite lxxiii - Her wide sleeves green, and bordered with a grove, Where Venus in her naked glory strove To please the careless and disdainful eyes Of proud Adonis, that before her lies ; Her kirtle blue, whereon was many a stain, Made with the blood of wretched lovers slain.
Seite xxxv - O, 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 xxxiv - Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place ; for where we are is hell, And where hell is there must we ever be...
Seite 91 - Love calls to war, Sighs his alarms, Lips his swords- are, The field his arms.
Seite xxxv - The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, The devil will come, and Faustus must be damned.
Seite lxxiii - And, as she spake those words, came somewhat near him. He started up ; she blushed as one ashamed ; Wherewith Leander much more was inflamed. He touched her hand; in touching it she trembled: Love deeply grounded hardly is dissembled. These lovers parled by the touch of hands : True love is mute, and oft amazed stands. Thus while dumb signs their yielding hearts entangled, The air with sparks of living fire was spangled ; And night...
Seite xxxv - Mountains and hills, come, come, and fall on me, And hide me from the heavy wrath of God ! No, no.
Seite 19 - And love that is concealed betrays poor lovers, His secret flame apparently was seen. Leander's father knew where he had been And for the same mildly rebuked his son, Thinking to quench the sparkles new begun.
Seite lxxiii - When misers keep it; being put to loan, In time it will return us two for one. Rich robes themselves and others do adorn; Neither themselves nor others, if not worn. Who builds a palace and rams up the gate, Shall see it ruinous and desolate.