Specimens of English Dramatic Poets: Who Lived about the Time of Shakespeare. With Notes, Volumen1E. Moxon, 1844 |
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... night , With serpents girt , carrying the whip of ire , With hair of stinging snakes , and shining bright With flames and blood , and with a brand of fire : These , for revenge of wretched murder done , Doth cause the mother kill her ...
... night , With serpents girt , carrying the whip of ire , With hair of stinging snakes , and shining bright With flames and blood , and with a brand of fire : These , for revenge of wretched murder done , Doth cause the mother kill her ...
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... the sun god rides in all his glory ; Light me your torches then . Ped . Then we burn day light . Hier . Let it be burnt ; night is a murd'rous slut , That would not have her treasons to be seen : THE SPANISH TRAGEDY . 7.
... the sun god rides in all his glory ; Light me your torches then . Ped . Then we burn day light . Hier . Let it be burnt ; night is a murd'rous slut , That would not have her treasons to be seen : THE SPANISH TRAGEDY . 7.
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... night , when my Horatio was murder'd ? She should have shone : search thou the book : Had the moon shone in my boy's face , there was a kind of grace , That I know , nay I do know had the murd'rer seen him , His weapon would have fallen ...
... night , when my Horatio was murder'd ? She should have shone : search thou the book : Had the moon shone in my boy's face , there was a kind of grace , That I know , nay I do know had the murd'rer seen him , His weapon would have fallen ...
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... night - cap . Let the clouds scowl , make the moon dark , the stars extinct , the winds blowing , the bells tolling , the owls shrieking , the toads croaking , the minutes jarring , and the clock striking twelve . And then at last , sir ...
... night - cap . Let the clouds scowl , make the moon dark , the stars extinct , the winds blowing , the bells tolling , the owls shrieking , the toads croaking , the minutes jarring , and the clock striking twelve . And then at last , sir ...
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... night , Rhamnusia's pue - fellow , to thee I'll sing Upon an harp made of dead Spanish bones , The proudest instrument the world affords ; When thou in crimson jollity shall bathe Thy limbs as black as mine , in springs of blood Still ...
... night , Rhamnusia's pue - fellow , to thee I'll sing Upon an harp made of dead Spanish bones , The proudest instrument the world affords ; When thou in crimson jollity shall bathe Thy limbs as black as mine , in springs of blood Still ...
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Alaham Appius beauty blessing blood breath brother Cæsar Calica Camena Carracus cheek CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE Corb Corv dead dear death devil dost doth Duch DUCHESS OF MALFY earth eyes fair faith father Faustus fear fire give GORBODUC grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven Hecate hell HONEST WHORE honor hope husband Jacin JOHN FORD JOHN MARSTON JOHN WEBSTER King kiss kneel Lady live look Lord Madam methinks Mont Moth mother murder Mustapha ne'er never night noble Ovid pardon passion pity pleasure poor pray prince prithee revenge rich scorn Shakspeare shame shew sister Solym sorrow soul speak spirit sweet Tamburlaine tears tell thee there's thine thing THOMAS HEYWOOD THOMAS MIDDLETON thou art thoughts thyself tongue TRAGEDY true twas unto virtue weep what's Wife WILLIAM ROWLEY Witch woman
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Página 192 - Of what is't fools make such vain keeping? Sin their conception, their birth weeping, Their life a general mist of error, Their death a hideous storm of terror. Strew your hair with powders sweet, Don clean linen, bathe your feet, And (the foul fiend more to check) A crucifix let bless your neck : 'Tis now full tide 'tween night and day ; End your groan, and come away.
Página 208 - 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.
Página 25 - I see my tragedy written in thy brows. Yet stay awhile ; forbear thy bloody hand, And let me see the stroke before it comes, That even then when I shall lose my life, My mind may be more steadfast on my God.
Página 28 - Rather had I, a Jew, be hated thus Than pitied in a Christian poverty ; For I can see no fruits in all their faith, But malice, falsehood, and excessive pride, Which, methinks, fits not their profession.
Página 32 - I'll have them read me strange philosophy And tell the secrets of all foreign kings; I'll have them wall all Germany with brass, And make swift Rhine circle fair Wittenberg; I'll have them fill the public schools with silk...
Página 35 - 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!
Página 193 - So I were out of your whispering. Tell my brothers That I perceive death, now I am well awake, Best gift is they can give or I can take. I would fain put off my last woman's fault, I'd not be tedious to you. . . . Pull, and pull strongly, for your able strength Must pull down Heaven upon me: — Yet stay; Heaven-gates are not so highly arched As princes' palaces; they that enter there Must go upon their knees.
Página 30 - He surfeits on the cursed necromancy. Nothing so sweet as magic is to him, Which he prefers before his chiefest bliss, And this the man that in his study sits.
Página 26 - O, if thou harbour'st murder in thy heart, Let this gift change thy mind, and save thy soul ! Know that I am a king : O, at that name I feel a hell of grief.
Página 20 - Uncle, his wanton humour grieves not me; But this I scorn, that one so basely born Should by his sovereign's favour grow so pert, And riot it with the treasure of the realm. While soldiers mutiny for want of pay, He wears a lord's revenue on his back, And Midas-like, he jets...