Specimens of English Dramatic Poets: Who Lived about the Time of Shakespeare, 1±ÇJ. Bumpus, 1813 - 484ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... hear his ruthful end . The noble prince , pierc'd with the sudden wounds , Out of his wretched slumber hastily start , 3 Whose strength now failing , straight he overthrew , When in the fall his eyes ev'n now unclosed , Beheld the queen ...
... hear his ruthful end . The noble prince , pierc'd with the sudden wounds , Out of his wretched slumber hastily start , 3 Whose strength now failing , straight he overthrew , When in the fall his eyes ev'n now unclosed , Beheld the queen ...
36 ÆäÀÌÁö
... hear me with patience , and tremble not at my speeches . Though my heart pant and quiver to remember that I have been a student here these thirty years . O would I had ne'er seen Wirtem- berg , never read book ! and what wonders I have ...
... hear me with patience , and tremble not at my speeches . Though my heart pant and quiver to remember that I have been a student here these thirty years . O would I had ne'er seen Wirtem- berg , never read book ! and what wonders I have ...
37 ÆäÀÌÁö
... hear , come not unto me , for nothing can res- cue me . Sec . Sch . Pray thou , and we will pray , that God may have mercy upon thee . Faust . Gentlemen , farewell ; if I live till morning , I'll visit you if not , Faustus is gone to ...
... hear , come not unto me , for nothing can res- cue me . Sec . Sch . Pray thou , and we will pray , that God may have mercy upon thee . Faust . Gentlemen , farewell ; if I live till morning , I'll visit you if not , Faustus is gone to ...
42 ÆäÀÌÁö
... hear Albert pass by as yet ? Mar. Not any creature pass this way this hour . Alb . Then he intends just at the break of day To lend his trusty help to our departure . ; Mar. Come then , dear Carracus , thou now shalt rest Upon that bed ...
... hear Albert pass by as yet ? Mar. Not any creature pass this way this hour . Alb . Then he intends just at the break of day To lend his trusty help to our departure . ; Mar. Come then , dear Carracus , thou now shalt rest Upon that bed ...
43 ÆäÀÌÁö
... hear the tread of my true friend . Albert ! hist , Albert ! -he's not come as yet , Nor is the appointed light set in the window . What if I call Maria ? it may be She fear'd to set a light , and only heark'neth To hear my steps ; and ...
... hear the tread of my true friend . Albert ! hist , Albert ! -he's not come as yet , Nor is the appointed light set in the window . What if I call Maria ? it may be She fear'd to set a light , and only heark'neth To hear my steps ; and ...
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Alaham blessing blood Bonduca breath brother C©¡sar Calica call'd Camena Carracus Clor Corb curse dare dead dear death dost doth Duch Duke earth eyes fair father Faustus fear fortune Fran FRANCIS BEAUMONT give grief hand happy hate hath hear heart heaven hell honour hope Jacin JAMES SHIRLEY JOHN FLETCHER JOHN FORD JOHN MARSTON King kiss kneel lady live look lord lov'd Madam methinks Mont Moth mother ne'er Nennius never night noble Ovid pardon passion PHILIP MASSINGER pity poor pray prison Queen revenge Shakspeare shame shew sister sorrow soul speak spirit sweet sword Tamburlaine tears tell thee there's thine thing THOMAS HEYWOOD THOMAS MIDDLETON thou art thou hast thoughts thyself TRAGEDY twas unto Violanta virtue weep what's whilst wife WILLIAM ROWLEY Witch woman
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38 ÆäÀÌÁö - And then thou must be damn'd perpetually! Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of Heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come; Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again and make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but A year, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul!
212 ÆäÀÌÁö - O that it were possible we might But hold some two days conference with the dead, From them I should learn somewhat I am sure I never shall know here. I'll tell thee a miracle ; I am not mad yet, to my cause of sorrow. Th...
31 ÆäÀÌÁö - Barabas is a mere monster, brought in with a large painted nose, to please the rabble. He kills in sport, poisons whole nunneries, invents infernal machines. He is just such an exhibition as a century or two earlier might have been played before the Londoners, by the Royal command, when a general pillage and massacre of the Hebrews had been previously resolved on in the cabinet.
40 ÆäÀÌÁö - Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel bough, That sometime grew within this learned man. Faustus is gone : regard his hellish fall, Whose fiendful fortune may exhort the wise Only to wonder at unlawful things, Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits To practise more than heavenly power permits.
28 ÆäÀÌÁö - Something still buzzeth in mine ears, And tells me, if I sleep I never wake ; This fear is that which makes me tremble thus. And therefore tell me, wherefore art thou come? Light. To rid thee of thy life ; Matrevis, come. Enter Matrevis and Gurney. Edw. I am too weak and feeble to resist : Assist me, sweet God, and receive my soul.
375 ÆäÀÌÁö - I sit by and sing, Or gather rushes, to make many a ring For thy long fingers; tell thee tales of love) How the pale Phoebe, hunting in a grove, First saw the boy Endymion, from whose eyes She took eternal fire that never dies; How she...
95 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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. There is no danger to a man, that knows What life and death is : there's not any law Exceeds his knowledge ; neither is it lawful That he should stoop to any other law : He goes before them, and commands them all, That to himself is a law rational.
18 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thirsting with sovereignty and love of arms; His lofty brows in folds do figure death, And in their smoothness amity and life; About them hangs a knot of amber hair, Wrapped in curls, as fierce Achilles' was, On which the breath of Heaven delights to play, Making it dance with wanton majesty.
371 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here be grapes, whose lusty blood Is the learned poet's good, Sweeter yet did never crown The head of Bacchus ; nuts more brown Than the squirrel's teeth that crack them...
20 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'll have Italian masks by night, Sweet speeches, comedies, and pleasing shows ; And in the day, when he shall walk abroad, Like sylvan nymphs my pages shall be clad; My men, like satyrs grazing on the lawns, Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay.