Specimens of English Dramatic Poets: Who Lived about the Time of Shakespeare. With Notes, Volumen1E. Moxon, 1844 |
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... purer than the substance of the same , Can creep through that his lances cannot pierce . Thou and thy sister soft and sacred Air , The sun's rays . Goddess of life , and governess of health , Keeps 12 DAVID AND BETHSABE .
... purer than the substance of the same , Can creep through that his lances cannot pierce . Thou and thy sister soft and sacred Air , The sun's rays . Goddess of life , and governess of health , Keeps 12 DAVID AND BETHSABE .
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... sister to Valoys , Complains that thou hast left her all forlorn . Mort . Thy court is naked , being bereft of those , That make a king seem glorious to the world : I mean the peers , whom thou shouldst dearly love . Libels are cast ...
... sister to Valoys , Complains that thou hast left her all forlorn . Mort . Thy court is naked , being bereft of those , That make a king seem glorious to the world : I mean the peers , whom thou shouldst dearly love . Libels are cast ...
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... sister's love . But since the matter grows into this pass , I must not seem to cross my father's will ; But when thou list to visit her by night , My horse is saddled , and the stable door Stands ready for thee ; use them at thy ...
... sister's love . But since the matter grows into this pass , I must not seem to cross my father's will ; But when thou list to visit her by night , My horse is saddled , and the stable door Stands ready for thee ; use them at thy ...
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... sister drop a bead ; And those again , succeeding them , For you shall sing a Requiem . To her Father . May your soul be blithe , That so truly pay your tythe ; He , that many children gave , " Tis fit that he one child should have . To ...
... sister drop a bead ; And those again , succeeding them , For you shall sing a Requiem . To her Father . May your soul be blithe , That so truly pay your tythe ; He , that many children gave , " Tis fit that he one child should have . To ...
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... sister said , That I should call you brother , that she did , When you were married to her . Buss me : good truth , I love you better than my father , ' deed . Ant . Thy father ? gracious , O bounteous heaven , I do adore thy justice ...
... sister said , That I should call you brother , that she did , When you were married to her . Buss me : good truth , I love you better than my father , ' deed . Ant . Thy father ? gracious , O bounteous heaven , I do adore thy justice ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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...