Specimens of English Dramatic Poets who Lived about the Time of Shakspeare: With NotesCharles Lamb |
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... arms , his manly breast , If not his fair and seemly personage ; His noble limbs , in such proportion cast , Twinkling of the eye . * Started . Awaked ; raised up . As would have rapt a silly woman's thought ; If B 2 GORBODUC . 8.
... arms , his manly breast , If not his fair and seemly personage ; His noble limbs , in such proportion cast , Twinkling of the eye . * Started . Awaked ; raised up . As would have rapt a silly woman's thought ; If B 2 GORBODUC . 8.
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... arms on horse to bend the mace , How oft in arms on foot to break the sword , Which never now these eyes may see again ! Arost . Madam , alas ! in vain these plaints are shed . Rather with me depart , and help to assuage The thoughtful ...
... arms on horse to bend the mace , How oft in arms on foot to break the sword , Which never now these eyes may see again ! Arost . Madam , alas ! in vain these plaints are shed . Rather with me depart , and help to assuage The thoughtful ...
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... arm that did hold None but a damned murderer could hate hiin . He had not seen the back of nineteen years , When his strong arm unhorsed the proud prince Bal- thazar ; And his great mind , too full of honour , took To mercy that valiant ...
... arm that did hold None but a damned murderer could hate hiin . He had not seen the back of nineteen years , When his strong arm unhorsed the proud prince Bal- thazar ; And his great mind , too full of honour , took To mercy that valiant ...
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... arm , with my torch in my hand , and my sword rear'd up thus , - And with these words ; What noise is this ? who calls Hieronimo ? May it be done ? Pain . Yea , sir . Hier . Well , sir , then bring me forth , bring me through alley and ...
... arm , with my torch in my hand , and my sword rear'd up thus , - And with these words ; What noise is this ? who calls Hieronimo ? May it be done ? Pain . Yea , sir . Hier . Well , sir , then bring me forth , bring me through alley and ...
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... arms , In a round ivory fount these two shall swim , And dive to make thee sport : Bestow one smile , one little little smile , And in a net of twisted silk and gold In my all - naked arms thyself shalt lie . [ Kit Marlowe , as old ...
... arms , In a round ivory fount these two shall swim , And dive to make thee sport : Bestow one smile , one little little smile , And in a net of twisted silk and gold In my all - naked arms thyself shalt lie . [ Kit Marlowe , as old ...
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Page 190 - 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.
Page 172 - O that it were possible we might But hold some two days conference with the dead, From them I should learn somewhat I am sure I never shall know here. I'll tell thee a miracle ; I am not mad yet, to my cause of sorrow. Th...
Page 266 - No doubt ; he's that already. Mam. Nay, I mean, Restore his years, renew him like an eagle, To the fifth age ; make him get sons and daughters, Young giants, as our philosophers have done (The ancient patriarchs afore the flood) But taking, once a week, on a knife's point The quantity of a grain of mustard of it, Become stout Marses, and beget young Cupids.
Page 137 - tis To ride in the air When the moon shines fair, And sing, and dance, and toy, and kiss : Over woods, high rocks, and mountains, Over seas (our mistress' fountains) Over steep towers and turrets, We fly by night 'mongst troops of Spirits.
Page 17 - 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. Haply some hapless man hath conscience, And for his conscience lives in beggary.
Page 20 - All things that move between the quiet poles Shall be at my command : emperors and kings Are but obeyed in their several provinces, Nor can they raise the wind or rend the clouds ; But his dominion that exceeds in this Stretcheth as far as doth the mind of man, A sound magician is a mighty god : Here, Faustus, tire thy brains to gain a deity.
Page 15 - Edw. Something still buzzeth in mine ears, And tells me, if I sleep I never wake ; This fear is that which makes me tremble thus. And therefore tell me, wherefore art thou come? Light. To rid thee of thy life ; Matrevis, come. Edw. I am too weak and feeble to resist : Assist me, sweet God, and receive my soul.
Page 283 - Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; Say I died true: My love was false, but I was firm From my hour of birth. Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth!
Page 190 - O thou soft natural death, that art* joint-twin To sweetest slumber ! no rough-bearded comet Stares on thy mild departure ; the dull owl Beats not against thy casement ; the hoarse wolf Scents not thy carrion : pity winds thy corse, Whilst horror waits on princes'.
Page 279 - s ear. The pox approach, and add to your diseases, If it would send you hence, the sooner sir, For your incontinence, it hath deserved it Throughly and throughly, and the plague to boot ! You may come near, sir Would you would once close Those filthy eyes of yours, that flow with slime, Like two frog-pits ; and those same hanging cheeks, Cover'd with hide instead of skin — Nay, help, sir That look like frozen dish-clouts set on end !