Specimens of the Elizabethan Drama from Lyly to Shirley, A.D. 1580-A.D. 1642: With Introductions and NotesClarendon Press, 1905 - 576 páginas |
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Antonio Antonio's Revenge Apel art thou Asin beard Beat Ben Jonson blood brother Bussy d'Ambois called Clunch Cotgrave court daughter death doth Duke earth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes Face fair faith father fear Firk fool fortune Friar friends Gabriel Harvey gentleman give Gost grace grief hand Hang hath hear heart heaven here's honour humour John Goodfellow Jonson king kiss knave Lacy lady leave live London look lord Maid Marian married merry mistress mother Mulligrub never night pity play poor pray prince Quarto Robin Robin Hood Sejanus Selimus Shakespeare sing soul Spanish Tragedy speak sweet Sylla Tamburlaine tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thou shalt thought Thras tobacco true twas unto Volpone wife William Rowley woman word Zenocrate
Passagens conhecidas
Página 477 - Woe unto him that striveth with his Maker! Let the potsherd strive with the potsherds of the earth. Shall the clay say to him that fashioneth it, What makest thou?
Página 516 - a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice : Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish...
Página 544 - Her own shall bless her: Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
Página 280 - Jonson derived from particular persons, they made it not their business to describe; they represented all the passions very lively, but above all, love. I am apt to believe the English language in them arrived to its highest perfection; what words have since been taken in are rather superfluous than ornamental.
Página 154 - Give me a spirit that on life's rough sea Loves to have his sails fill'd with a lusty wind, Even till his sail-yards tremble, his masts crack, And his rapt ship run on her side so low, That she drinks water, and her keel ploughs air.
Página 496 - Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide...
Página 265 - ... and my voice; for then, it seems, I am obliged to Heaven alone for my flights and my music; and Providence would never have bestowed on me two such gifts, without designing them for the noblest ends.
Página 397 - Keeping at all times in the high road of life. Shakespeare has no innocent adulteries, no interesting incests, no virtuous vice : — he never renders that amiable which religion and reason alike teach us to detest, or clothes impurity in the garb of virtue, like Beaumont and Fletcher, the Kotzebues of the day.
Página 28 - Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts, And every sweetness that inspired their hearts, Their minds, and muses on admired themes ; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit ; If these had made one poem's period, And all combined in beauty's worthiness, Yet should there hover in their restless heads One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the least, Which into words no virtue can...
Página 35 - Mortimer! who talks of Mortimer? Who wounds me with the name of Mortimer, That bloody man? — Good father, on thy lap Lay I this head, laden with mickle care. O, might I never ope these eyes again, Never again lift up this drooping head, O, never more lift up this dying heart!