Specimens of English Dramatic Poets: Who Lived about the Time of Shakespeare: with NotesLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 - 484 Seiten Includes selections, in verse, from plays by dramatists other than Shakespeare. |
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... breath , That I should live to see this doleful day ? Will ever wight believe that such hard heart Could rest within the cruel mother's breast , With her own hand to slay her only son ? But out ( alas ) these eyes beheld the same , They ...
... breath , That I should live to see this doleful day ? Will ever wight believe that such hard heart Could rest within the cruel mother's breast , With her own hand to slay her only son ? But out ( alas ) these eyes beheld the same , They ...
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... breathe air and ease me , Black shade , fair nurse , shroud me and please me ; Shadow ( my sweet nurse ) keep me from ... breath . Then deck thee with thy loose delightsome robes , And on thy wings bring delicate perfumes , To play the ...
... breathe air and ease me , Black shade , fair nurse , shroud me and please me ; Shadow ( my sweet nurse ) keep me from ... breath . Then deck thee with thy loose delightsome robes , And on thy wings bring delicate perfumes , To play the ...
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... breath of heaven delights to play , Making it dance with wanton majesty . His armes long , his fingers snowy - white , Betokening valour and excess of strength ; In every part proportion'd like the man Should make the world subdue to ...
... breath of heaven delights to play , Making it dance with wanton majesty . His armes long , his fingers snowy - white , Betokening valour and excess of strength ; In every part proportion'd like the man Should make the world subdue to ...
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... breathe awhile : Ugly hell gape not ; come not Lucifer : I'll burn my books : Oh Mephostophilis . * * * * * * * * * Enter scholars . First Sch . Come Gentlemen , let us go visit Faustus , For such a dreadful night was never seen Since ...
... breathe awhile : Ugly hell gape not ; come not Lucifer : I'll burn my books : Oh Mephostophilis . * * * * * * * * * Enter scholars . First Sch . Come Gentlemen , let us go visit Faustus , For such a dreadful night was never seen Since ...
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... breath of mortality I'll finish up in that repentant state , I live , Where not the allurements of earth's vanities Can e'er o'ertake me : there's no baits for lust , No friend to ruin ; I shall then be free From practising the art of ...
... breath of mortality I'll finish up in that repentant state , I live , Where not the allurements of earth's vanities Can e'er o'ertake me : there's no baits for lust , No friend to ruin ; I shall then be free From practising the art of ...
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Alaham blessing blood Bonduca breath brother Cæsar Calica call'd Camena Carracus 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 Hecate hell honour hope Jacin JOHN FLETCHER JOHN FORD JOHN MARSTON JOHN WEBSTER King kiss kneel lady live look lord lov'd Madam methinks Mont Moth mother ne'er Nennius never night noble Ovid pardon passion PHILIP MASSINGER pity poor pray prison Queen revenge Shakspeare shame shew sister sorrow soul speak spirit sweet sword Tamburlaine tears tell thee there's thine thing THOMAS HEYWOOD THOMAS MIDDLETON thou art thou hast thoughts thyself TRAGEDY twas unto Violanta virtue weep what's whilst wife WILLIAM ROWLEY Witch woman
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Seite 231 - Call for the robin redbreast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole, To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm, And (when gay tombs are robbed) sustain no harm : But keep the wolf far thence, that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again.
Seite 36 - And then thou must be damn'd perpetually! 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 38 - Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel bough, 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 371 - Here be grapes, whose lusty blood Is the learned poet's good, Sweeter yet did never crown The head of Bacchus ; nuts more brown Than the squirrel's teeth that crack them...
Seite 24 - I might ! but heavens and earth conspire To make me miserable ! Here receive my crown ; Receive it ? no, these innocent hands of mine Shall not be guilty of so foul a crime.
Seite 205 - And I did vow never to part with it But to my second husband. Ant. You have parted with it now. Duch. Yes, to help your eye-sight. Ant. You have made me stark blind. Duch. How? Ant. There is a saucy and ambitious devil Is dancing in this circle.
Seite 354 - And thou shalt find her honourable, boy ! Full of regard unto thy tender youth, For thine own modesty ; and for my sake, Apter to give, than thou wilt be to ask, ay ! or deserve. Bell. Sir ! you did take me up when I was nothing, And only yet am something by being yours...
Seite 35 - Ah, my God, I would weep, but the Devil draws in my tears. Gush forth blood instead of tears ! Yea, life and soul ! Oh, he stays my tongue ! I would lift up my hands, but see, they hold them, they hold them ! All.
Seite 214 - Come, violent death, Serve for mandragora, to make me sleep: Go, tell my brothers, when I am laid out, They then may feed in quiet.
Seite 36 - 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!