The Masterpieces and the History of Literature: Analysis, Criticism, Character and Incident, Band 5Julian Hawthorne Hamilton Book Company, 1906 |
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... Streps . Never trust me , If yet I see them clearly . Soc . Then you must be Sand - blind or worse . Streps . Nay , now by father Jove , I cannot choose but see them - precious creatures ! For in good faith here's plenty and to spare ...
... Streps . Never trust me , If yet I see them clearly . Soc . Then you must be Sand - blind or worse . Streps . Nay , now by father Jove , I cannot choose but see them - precious creatures ! For in good faith here's plenty and to spare ...
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... Streps . Now I see Whom we may thank for driving them along At such a furious dithyrambic rate , Sun - shadowing ... Streps . Under favor , If these be clouds , ( d'you mark me ? ) very clouds , How came they metamorphosed into women ...
... Streps . Now I see Whom we may thank for driving them along At such a furious dithyrambic rate , Sun - shadowing ... Streps . Under favor , If these be clouds , ( d'you mark me ? ) very clouds , How came they metamorphosed into women ...
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... Streps . Welcome , ladies ! Imperial ladies , welcome ! An ' it please Your highnesses so far to grace a mortal ... Streps . Oh ! mother Earth , was ever voice like this , So reverend , so portentous , so divine ? Soc . These are your ...
... Streps . Welcome , ladies ! Imperial ladies , welcome ! An ' it please Your highnesses so far to grace a mortal ... Streps . Oh ! mother Earth , was ever voice like this , So reverend , so portentous , so divine ? Soc . These are your ...
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... Streps . And who is he that jowls them thus together But Zeus himself ? Soc . Zeus ! ' tis not Zeus that does it , But the ætherial Vortex . Streps . What is he ? I never heard of him ; is he not Zeus ? Or is Zeus put aside and Vortex ...
... Streps . And who is he that jowls them thus together But Zeus himself ? Soc . Zeus ! ' tis not Zeus that does it , But the ætherial Vortex . Streps . What is he ? I never heard of him ; is he not Zeus ? Or is Zeus put aside and Vortex ...
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... Streps . Be confident ; I give myself for one Of a tough heart , watchful as care can make me , A frugal , pinching fellow , that can sup Upon a sprig of savory and to bed ; I am your man for this , hard as an anvil . Soc . ' Tis well ...
... Streps . Be confident ; I give myself for one Of a tough heart , watchful as care can make me , A frugal , pinching fellow , that can sup Upon a sprig of savory and to bed ; I am your man for this , hard as an anvil . Soc . ' Tis well ...
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Seite 307 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Seite 313 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of link-ed sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running ; Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of Harmony : That Orpheus...
Seite 316 - Archangel ; but his face Deep scars of thunder had intrenched, and care Sat on his faded cheek ; but under brows Of dauntless courage, and considerate pride Waiting revenge. Cruel his eye, but cast Signs of remorse and passion...
Seite 307 - TO ALTHEA FROM PRISON When Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye. The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Seite 292 - ... to marry when he will : but yet he was reputed one of the wise men that made answer to the question when a man should marry. " A " young man not yet, an elder man not at all.
Seite 316 - Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Seite 292 - ... yet, on the other side, they are more cruel and hard-hearted (good to make severe inquisitors), because their tenderness is not so oft called upon. Grave natures, led by custom, and therefore constant, are commonly loving husbands, as was said of Ulysses, Vetulam suam praetulit immortalitati.
Seite 318 - Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth, That I to manhood am arrived so near; And inward ripeness doth much less appear, That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th.
Seite 316 - Not distant far from thence a murmuring sound Of waters issued from a cave, and spread Into a liquid plain, then stood unmoved, Pure as the expanse of heaven ; I thither went With unexperienced thought, and laid me down On the green bank, to look into the clear Smooth lake, that to me seemed another sky...
Seite 264 - Twas to bring you By degrees to mortification. Listen. Hark, now every thing is still The screech-owl and the whistler shrill Call upon our dame aloud, And bid her quickly don her shroud...