Golden Leaves from the British and American Dramatic PoetsBruce and Huntington, 1865 - 562 страница |
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... proud Prince Balthazar ; And his great mind , too full of honour , took To mercy that valiant but ignoble Portuguese . Well , Heaven is Heaven still ! And there is KYD . 5 THOMAS The Spanish Tragedy; or, Hieronimo is mad again.
... proud Prince Balthazar ; And his great mind , too full of honour , took To mercy that valiant but ignoble Portuguese . Well , Heaven is Heaven still ! And there is KYD . 5 THOMAS The Spanish Tragedy; or, Hieronimo is mad again.
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... honour due to it , And jointly both yield up their wishèd right . Continue ever , thou celestial sun ; Let never silent night possess this clime ; Stand still , you watches of the element ; All times and seasons , rest you at a stay ...
... honour due to it , And jointly both yield up their wishèd right . Continue ever , thou celestial sun ; Let never silent night possess this clime ; Stand still , you watches of the element ; All times and seasons , rest you at a stay ...
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... honour you . Why have my sisters husbands , if they say , They love you , all ? Haply , when I shall wed , That lord , whose hand must take my plight , shall carry love with him , half my care , and duty : Half my Sure , I shall never ...
... honour you . Why have my sisters husbands , if they say , They love you , all ? Haply , when I shall wed , That lord , whose hand must take my plight , shall carry love with him , half my care , and duty : Half my Sure , I shall never ...
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John William Stanhope Hows. And from her derogate body never spring A babe to honour her ! If she must teem , Create her child of spleen ; that it may live , And be a thwart disnatured torment to her ! Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow ...
John William Stanhope Hows. And from her derogate body never spring A babe to honour her ! If she must teem , Create her child of spleen ; that it may live , And be a thwart disnatured torment to her ! Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow ...
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... honour , sudden and quick in quarrel ; Seeking the bubble reputation Even at the cannon's mouth . And then , the justice , In fair round belly , with good capon lined , With eyes severe , and beard of formal cut , Full of wise saws and ...
... honour , sudden and quick in quarrel ; Seeking the bubble reputation Even at the cannon's mouth . And then , the justice , In fair round belly , with good capon lined , With eyes severe , and beard of formal cut , Full of wise saws and ...
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Æneids AMBLA arms art thou bear behold Bian BIANCA Blan Blanche blessed blood breath brother Brutus Cæsar Cato Cham child Collatia crown curse dare daughter dead dear death dost thou doth dream Duke Duke of Milan earth Enter Evadne Exeunt Exit eyes farewell fate father fear fortune Gideon Giulio give gods grief hand hath hear heart Heaven Hecate honour hour King lady Lictors live look lord Lysimachus madam Mantua Marq marriage Marsio mother murder ne'er NEARCHUS never night noble o'er OROONOKO peace Pescara Philotas pity prison Pythias Ravenna revenge Seton Sfor Sforza sleep smile sorrow soul speak spirit sweet sword TAMERLANE tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Twas twill Vent voice weep wouldst wretch youth
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Страница 35 - I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation ; nor the musician's which is fantastical ; nor the courtier's, which is proud ; nor the soldier's, which is ambitious ; nor the lawyer's, which is politic ; nor the lady's, which is nice ; nor the lover's, which is all these...
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Страница 19 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Страница 35 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
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Страница 29 - Hear, Nature, hear ! dear goddess, hear ! Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend To make this creature fruitful ! Into her womb convey sterility ! Dry up in her the organs of increase, And from her derogate body never spring A babe to honour her ! If she must teem...
Страница 27 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
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Страница 18 - tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night.