Kentish Poets: A Series of Writers in English Poetry, Natives of Or Residents in the County of Kent; with Specimens of Their Compositions, and Some Account of Their Lives and Writings, 1-2권G. Wood, 1821 |
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... play and the history on which it was founded , he ventures upon slight grounds , to attribute it to Shakspear . There are certainly a few good passages in this old play , and some strong coincidences between certain expressions and ...
... play and the history on which it was founded , he ventures upon slight grounds , to attribute it to Shakspear . There are certainly a few good passages in this old play , and some strong coincidences between certain expressions and ...
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... play has not attracted the attention of any modern writer , we may be excused if we preface the extracts we propose to make from it , with the narrative on which it is constructed ; and it will perhaps be more in keeping if this be done ...
... play has not attracted the attention of any modern writer , we may be excused if we preface the extracts we propose to make from it , with the narrative on which it is constructed ; and it will perhaps be more in keeping if this be done ...
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... both confessed themselves guilty of the fact . Trusty Roger being also condemned as an accessary , was executed with his mistress at the time and place aforesaid . " B In this old play the Muse of Tragedy fills the INTRODUCTION . IX.
... both confessed themselves guilty of the fact . Trusty Roger being also condemned as an accessary , was executed with his mistress at the time and place aforesaid . " B In this old play the Muse of Tragedy fills the INTRODUCTION . IX.
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... play is not divided into acts . Our modern managers appear to have recurred to practices something similar , and have in their late revivals of the neglected plays of Shakspear , introduced to suit the taste of the present age , all ...
... play is not divided into acts . Our modern managers appear to have recurred to practices something similar , and have in their late revivals of the neglected plays of Shakspear , introduced to suit the taste of the present age , all ...
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... play ? Young San , Here at our door . Boy . What , if your father find us ? Young San . No , he's at Woolwich , and will not come home to night . Enter to them BROWN and ROGER . Brown . Is she so out of patience as thou say'st ? Roger ...
... play ? Young San , Here at our door . Boy . What , if your father find us ? Young San . No , he's at Woolwich , and will not come home to night . Enter to them BROWN and ROGER . Brown . Is she so out of patience as thou say'st ? Roger ...
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192 페이지 - Come on, sir; here's the place: — stand still. — How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows, and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
249 페이지 - How happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will, Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill!
61 페이지 - Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
23 페이지 - And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay ! say nay ! And wilt thou leave me thus, That hath loved thee so long In wealth and woe among : And is thy heart so strong As for to leave me thus ? Say nay ! say nay...
147 페이지 - Shepherds, weep no more ! For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
184 페이지 - 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...
21 페이지 - Now cease, my lute, this is the last Labour, that thou and I shall waste; And ended is that we begun : Now is this song both sung and past; My lute, be still, for I have done.
250 페이지 - Whose armour is his honest thought And simple truth his utmost skill! Whose passions not his masters...
246 페이지 - Nature seem'd in love: The lusty sap began to move; Fresh juice did stir th' embracing vines, And birds had drawn their valentines, The jealous Trout, that low did lie, Rose at a well dissembled fly; There stood my friend with patient skill, Attending of his trembling quill.
215 페이지 - ... the wood, That warble forth Dame Nature's lays, Thinking your passions understood By your weak accents; what's your praise, When Philomel her voice shall raise? You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own, What are you, when the Rose is blown? So when my Mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not designed Th' eclipse and glory...