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... tell the boy's dreams among the Kentish hills and fields , or beneath the jewelled windows of the great church in the city that not only still bore about it the lustre of its former sanctity , but was also the chief halting - place of ...
... tell the boy's dreams among the Kentish hills and fields , or beneath the jewelled windows of the great church in the city that not only still bore about it the lustre of its former sanctity , but was also the chief halting - place of ...
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... Tell me , dear love , how found you out this cave ? En . By chance , sweet queen , as Mars and Venus met . Dido . Why that was in a net , where we are loose ; And yet I am not free , --- O , would I were ! En . Why , what is it that ...
... Tell me , dear love , how found you out this cave ? En . By chance , sweet queen , as Mars and Venus met . Dido . Why that was in a net , where we are loose ; And yet I am not free , --- O , would I were ! En . Why , what is it that ...
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... 1 Marlowe's poems and translations have not received further notice here because they will , I hope , be included in a supplemen- tary volume of the series . The white of Pelops ' shoulder : I could tell xlvi CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE .
... 1 Marlowe's poems and translations have not received further notice here because they will , I hope , be included in a supplemen- tary volume of the series . The white of Pelops ' shoulder : I could tell xlvi CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE .
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Christopher Marlowe. The white of Pelops ' shoulder : I could tell ye , How smooth his breast was , and how white his belly ; And whose immortal fingers did imprint That heavenly path with many a curious dint That runs along his back ...
Christopher Marlowe. The white of Pelops ' shoulder : I could tell ye , How smooth his breast was , and how white his belly ; And whose immortal fingers did imprint That heavenly path with many a curious dint That runs along his back ...
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... tell the cause unto my lords ; I know you have a better wit than I. Cos . Unhappy Persia , that in former age Hast been the seat of mighty conquerors , That , in their prowess and their policies , Have triumphed over Afric and the ...
... tell the cause unto my lords ; I know you have a better wit than I. Cos . Unhappy Persia , that in former age Hast been the seat of mighty conquerors , That , in their prowess and their policies , Have triumphed over Afric and the ...
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Seite 228 - 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 iv - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
Seite 223 - Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss! Her lips suck forth my soul! See, where it flies! Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for Heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
Seite xxxiv - If all the pens that ever poets held Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts, And every sweetness that inspired their hearts, Their minds and muses on admired themes; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein as in a mirror we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit; If these had made one poem's period...
Seite xxxv - Is it not brave to be a king, Techelles? Usumcasane and Theridamas, Is it not passing brave to be a king, "And ride in triumph through Persepolis?
Seite 185 - Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it. Think'st thou that I, who saw the face of God, And tasted the eternal joys of heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells, In being depriv'd of everlasting bliss? O, Faustus, leave these frivolous demands, Which strike a terror to my fainting soul!
Seite 227 - ... 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 ! 0 lente, lente, currite noctis equi! The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, The Devil will come, and Faustus must be damned.
Seite xxxv - Our souls, whose faculties can comprehend The wondrous architecture of the world, And measure every wandering planet's course, Still climbing after knowledge infinite, And always moving as the restless spheres, Will us to wear ourselves, and never rest, Until we reach the ripest fruit of all, That perfect bliss and sole felicity, The sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
Seite 415 - 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 distempered, and my body's numb'd, And whether I have limbs or no I know not.
Seite xxxiv - Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts, And every sweetness that inspired their hearts, Their minds, and muses on admired themes ; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit ; If these had made one poem's period, And all combined in beauty's worthiness, Yet should there hover in their restless heads One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the least, Which into words no virtue can...