Lectures on the Dramatic Literature of the Age of ElizabethDerby & Jackson, 1859 - 229 páginas |
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... death - blow which had been struck at scarlet vice and bloated hypocrisy loosened their tongues , and made the talis- ans and love - tokens of Popish superstition , with which she had beguiled her followers and committed abominations ...
... death - blow which had been struck at scarlet vice and bloated hypocrisy loosened their tongues , and made the talis- ans and love - tokens of Popish superstition , with which she had beguiled her followers and committed abominations ...
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... death , that unspeakable instance of humility and love , " above all art , all meanness , and all pride ; " and in the leave he took of them on that occasion , " My peace I give unto you : that peace which the world cannot give , give I ...
... death , that unspeakable instance of humility and love , " above all art , all meanness , and all pride ; " and in the leave he took of them on that occasion , " My peace I give unto you : that peace which the world cannot give , give I ...
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... death of her lover , Ferrex : " Ah ! noble prince , how oft have I beheld Thee mounted on thy fierce and trampling steed , Shining in armour bright before the tilt And with thy mistress ' sleeve tied on thy helm , And charge thy staff ...
... death of her lover , Ferrex : " Ah ! noble prince , how oft have I beheld Thee mounted on thy fierce and trampling steed , Shining in armour bright before the tilt And with thy mistress ' sleeve tied on thy helm , And charge thy staff ...
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... Death Flat on the ground , and still as any stone , A very corps , saue yeelding forth a breath . Small keepe tooke he whom Fortune frowned on , Or whom she lifted vp into the throne Of high renowne , but as a liuing death , So dead ...
... Death Flat on the ground , and still as any stone , A very corps , saue yeelding forth a breath . Small keepe tooke he whom Fortune frowned on , Or whom she lifted vp into the throne Of high renowne , but as a liuing death , So dead ...
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... Death's dore , Fumbling and driueling as he draws his breath , For briefe , the shape and messenger of Death . " John Lyly ( born in the Weald of Kent about the year 1553 ) ,し was the author of Midas and Endymion , of Alexander and ...
... Death's dore , Fumbling and driueling as he draws his breath , For briefe , the shape and messenger of Death . " John Lyly ( born in the Weald of Kent about the year 1553 ) ,し was the author of Midas and Endymion , of Alexander and ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
admirable affections Beaumont and Fletcher beauty Ben Jonson blood breath Cæsar Caliban character comedy Coriolanus critic D'Ol death delight Desdemona dost doth dramatic Duke effeminacy Endymion Eumenides eyes Falstaff fancy fear feeling fire fool fortune friends genius give grace Guiderius hand hast hath hear heart heaven Henry human Iago imagination Jonson Julius Cæsar king kiss lady Lear learning live look lord Macbeth MALVOLIO manner MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM mind moral nature never night noble Othello passages passion person pity play pleasure poet poetical poetry pride prince quincunxes racters rich Richard Richard III scene seems sense sentiment Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's sleep soul speak speech spirit stage striking style sweet tell tender thee things thou art thought tion Titus Andronicus tragedy true truth unto virtue wife words writers youth
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Página 138 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks...
Página 178 - Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids...
Página 112 - Indian mount, or fairy elves, Whose midnight revels, by a forest side, Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Página 223 - In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Página 138 - Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Página 162 - And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Página 138 - And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings : How some have been depos'd; some slain in war...
Página 97 - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Página 81 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none ; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ; No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too, — but innocent and pure ; No sovereignty, — Seb.
Página 34 - Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolve me of all ambiguities, Perform what desperate enterprise I will? I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates...