English Verse, Band 4William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard Scribner, 1883 |
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... sweet , is tedious , it stops every moment ; he lays line upon line , making up one after the other , adding image to image so deliberately that we see where they join . Shakespeare mingles everything , he runs line into INTRODUCTION . xxi.
... sweet , is tedious , it stops every moment ; he lays line upon line , making up one after the other , adding image to image so deliberately that we see where they join . Shakespeare mingles everything , he runs line into INTRODUCTION . xxi.
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... sweet- ness , till the appearance of Percy's Reliques - and some of the best touches even of those were found to be from their hands . " After Leigh Hunt and Charles Lamb who can hope to say anything worth listening to con- cerning the ...
... sweet- ness , till the appearance of Percy's Reliques - and some of the best touches even of those were found to be from their hands . " After Leigh Hunt and Charles Lamb who can hope to say anything worth listening to con- cerning the ...
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... sweet upon his tongue ; And in his harping , when that he had sung , His eyèn twinkled in his head aright As do the starrès in the frosty night . This worthy limitour was cleped Huberd . A MERCHANT was there , with a forked beard , In ...
... sweet upon his tongue ; And in his harping , when that he had sung , His eyèn twinkled in his head aright As do the starrès in the frosty night . This worthy limitour was cleped Huberd . A MERCHANT was there , with a forked beard , In ...
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... sweet Saint Anne . Ah , sir ! back there ! quoth Mortimer to his sow . I will have her mine own self , I make God a vow : For I tell thee she is worth a thousand pound . Matt . Yet a fitter wife for your mastership may be found . Such a ...
... sweet Saint Anne . Ah , sir ! back there ! quoth Mortimer to his sow . I will have her mine own self , I make God a vow : For I tell thee she is worth a thousand pound . Matt . Yet a fitter wife for your mastership may be found . Such a ...
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... but infinite for you to draw still . Apel . No , madam ! to paint Venus was a pleasure ; but to shadow the sweet face of Campaspe , it is a heaven . Cam . If your tongue were made of the same 44 JOHN LYLY . JOHN LYLY: Campaspe.
... but infinite for you to draw still . Apel . No , madam ! to paint Venus was a pleasure ; but to shadow the sweet face of Campaspe , it is a heaven . Cam . If your tongue were made of the same 44 JOHN LYLY . JOHN LYLY: Campaspe.
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Apel Artevelde Beatrice Blanca blessing blood Brazen Head breath BUSSY D'AMBOIS Campaspe Corb Cosmo D'Ambois dare dead dear death Decius dost thou doth Duch Duke earth Eliz Enter eyes face fair faith farewell father Faustus fear Febe Firke friends Froda Fulvius Garcia Ginevra Gisippus give Gorm grief Gris hand hast hath hear heart heaven holy honour hope Iago Inez King kneel Lady Lear live look Lord Madam MARY BEATON master Matt mercy Michael Cassio Mont murder NEARCHUS never night noble o'er Ordel pardon Pedro PERKIN WARBECK PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE Phrax pity play poor pray Pyramus and Thisbe Queen Ralph Rondin shame Sophronia soul speak stand stay sweet sword Tamburlaine tell thee Thier thine thing thou art thought Turketul twas unto Vivia Vivius weep wife wilt woman word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 77 - Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder ? You make me strange Even to the disposition that I owe, When now I think you can behold such sights, And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, When mine is blanch'd with fear.
Seite 76 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Lady M.
Seite 96 - O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Seite 82 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Seite 96 - But, soft ! what light through yonder window breaks ? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon...
Seite 93 - You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age, wretched in both. If it be you that stirs these daughters...
Seite 82 - O, beware, my lord, of jealousy ; It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on...
Seite 77 - What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger; Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble...
Seite 78 - It will have blood, they say ; blood will have blood : Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak ; Augurs, and understood relations, have By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought forth The secret'st man of blood.
Seite 80 - Excellent wretch ! § Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee ! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.