English Verse, Volume 4William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard Scribner, 1883 - English poetry |
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Apel Artevelde Beatrice Blanca blessing blood Brazen Head breath BUSSY D'AMBOIS Campaspe Corb Cosmo D'Ambois dare dead dear death Decius dost thou doth Duch Duke earth Eliz Enter eyes face fair faith farewell father Faustus fear Febe Firke friends Froda Fulvius Garcia Ginevra Gisippus give Gorm grief Gris hand hast hath hear heart heaven holy honour hope Iago Inez King kneel Lady Lear live look Lord Madam MARY BEATON master Matt mercy Michael Cassio Mont murder NEARCHUS never night noble o'er Ordel pardon Pedro PERKIN WARBECK PHILIP VAN ARTEVELDE Phrax pity play poor pray Pyramus and Thisbe Queen Ralph Rondin shame Sophronia soul speak stand stay sweet sword Tamburlaine tell thee Thier thine thing thou art thought Turketul twas unto Vivia Vivius weep wife wilt woman word
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Page 77 - Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder ? You make me strange Even to the disposition that I owe, When now I think you can behold such sights, And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, When mine is blanch'd with fear.
Page 76 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Lady M.
Page 96 - O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Page 82 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Page 96 - But, soft ! what light through yonder window breaks ? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon...
Page 93 - You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age, wretched in both. If it be you that stirs these daughters...
Page 82 - O, beware, my lord, of jealousy ; It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on...
Page 77 - What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger; Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble...
Page 78 - It will have blood, they say ; blood will have blood : Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak ; Augurs, and understood relations, have By magot-pies, and choughs, and rooks, brought forth The secret'st man of blood.
Page 80 - Excellent wretch ! § Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee ! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.