Lectures on the Dramatic Literature of the Age of Elizabeth: Delivered at the Surrey InstitutionJ. Warren, 1821 - 356 Seiten |
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... 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 to please thy lady's eye , That bowed the head - piece of thy friendly ...
... 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 to please thy lady's eye , That bowed the head - piece of thy friendly ...
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... thee good ; and if thy liberty consist in a kiss from me , thou shalt have it . And although my mouth hath been heretofore as untouched as my thoughts , yet now to recover thy life ( though to restore thy youth it be impossible ) I will ...
... thee good ; and if thy liberty consist in a kiss from me , thou shalt have it . And although my mouth hath been heretofore as untouched as my thoughts , yet now to recover thy life ( though to restore thy youth it be impossible ) I will ...
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... thee once again , stir not : I will stand behind him . Panelion . What do I see ? Endymion almost awake ? Eumenides . Endymion , Endymion , art thou deaf or dumb ? Or hath this long sleep taken away thy memory ? Ah ! my sweet Endymion ...
... thee once again , stir not : I will stand behind him . Panelion . What do I see ? Endymion almost awake ? Eumenides . Endymion , Endymion , art thou deaf or dumb ? Or hath this long sleep taken away thy memory ? Ah ! my sweet Endymion ...
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... thee , and tell what thou hast seen in thy sleep all this while . What dreams , visions , thoughts , and fortunes : for it is impossible but in so long time , thou shouldst see strange things . " Act V. Scene 1 . It does not take away ...
... thee , and tell what thou hast seen in thy sleep all this while . What dreams , visions , thoughts , and fortunes : for it is impossible but in so long time , thou shouldst see strange things . " Act V. Scene 1 . It does not take away ...
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... thee ? What shall , alas ! become of me ? " The conclusion of this drama is as follows . Alexander addressing himself to Apelles , says , 66 Well , enjoy one another : I give her thee frankly , Apelles . Thou shalt see that Alexander ...
... thee ? What shall , alas ! become of me ? " The conclusion of this drama is as follows . Alexander addressing himself to Apelles , says , 66 Well , enjoy one another : I give her thee frankly , Apelles . Thou shalt see that Alexander ...
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Seite 29 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters : — To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
Seite 225 - But hail, thou goddess sage and holy, Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight...
Seite 225 - Fountain heads, and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed, save bats and owls ! A midnight bell, a parting groan ! These are the sounds we feed upon ; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley, Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
Seite 299 - ... daily haunts us with dying mementos, and time that grows old in itself, bids us hope no long duration, diuturnity is a dream and folly of expectation.
Seite 312 - ... burial, and we shall perceive the distance to be very great and very strange. But so have I seen a rose newly springing from the clefts of its hood, and at first it was fair as the morning, and full with the dew of heaven as a lamb's fleece; but when a ruder breath had forced open its virgin modesty, and dismantled its too youthful and unripe retirements, it began to put on darkness, and to decline to softness and the symptoms of a sickly age; it bowed the head...
Seite 226 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Seite 291 - Homer continued twenty-five hundred years, or more, without the loss of a syllable or letter; during which time infinite palaces, temples, castles, cities, have been decayed and demolished ? It is not possible to have the true pictures or statues of Cyrus, Alexander, Caesar, no nor of the kings or great personages of much later years; for the originals cannot last, and the copies cannot but lose of the life and truth.
Seite 55 - At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet...
Seite 253 - SOME ask'd me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say : But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia. Some ask'd how pearls did grow, and where ; Then spoke I to my girl, To part her lips, and show'd them there The quarelets of Pearl.
Seite 59 - 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.