The Works of Christopher Marlowe: With Some Account of the Author, and Notes, by the Rev. Alexander DyceRoutledge, Warne, and Routledge, 1865 - 407 pagina's |
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Pagina xxxviii
... gone ; For why there liued not that man , I thinke , Vsde better or more bitter gall in inke . " See Davies's Wits Bedlam , 1617 , Sig . F 2 , where a certain piece by Nash is mentioned as " knowne to euery trull . ” — But in estimating ...
... gone ; For why there liued not that man , I thinke , Vsde better or more bitter gall in inke . " See Davies's Wits Bedlam , 1617 , Sig . F 2 , where a certain piece by Nash is mentioned as " knowne to euery trull . ” — But in estimating ...
Pagina xliv
... gone to London in his youth , ' soon commenced a friendship with Spenser , Shakespeare , Marlowe , and Daniel . " Hist . of Engl . Poet . iii . 447 , ed . 4to . According to Wood ( cited by Warton , ibid . p . 448 ) , Chapman was a man ...
... gone to London in his youth , ' soon commenced a friendship with Spenser , Shakespeare , Marlowe , and Daniel . " Hist . of Engl . Poet . iii . 447 , ed . 4to . According to Wood ( cited by Warton , ibid . p . 448 ) , Chapman was a man ...
Pagina 57
... gone , that both we live ? Come back again , sweet Death , and strike us both ! One minute and our days , and one sepulchre Contain our bodies ! Death , why com'st thou not Well , this must be the messenger for thee : [ Drawing a dagger ...
... gone , that both we live ? Come back again , sweet Death , and strike us both ! One minute and our days , and one sepulchre Contain our bodies ! Death , why com'st thou not Well , this must be the messenger for thee : [ Drawing a dagger ...
Pagina 63
... gone , ye villains ,. eyes , Whose sight , compos'd of fury and of fire , Doth send such stern affections to his heart ! K. of Sor . May never spirit , vein , or artier , * feed The cursed substance of that cruel heart ; But , wanting ...
... gone , ye villains ,. eyes , Whose sight , compos'd of fury and of fire , Doth send such stern affections to his heart ! K. of Sor . May never spirit , vein , or artier , * feed The cursed substance of that cruel heart ; But , wanting ...
Pagina 66
... gone , ye villains , with your To note me emperor of the three - fold world ; spoils ? ACT V. [ The Soldiers run away with the Concubines . K. of Jer . O , merciless , infernal cruelty ! Tamb . Save your honours ! ' twere but time ...
... gone , ye villains , with your To note me emperor of the three - fold world ; spoils ? ACT V. [ The Soldiers run away with the Concubines . K. of Jer . O , merciless , infernal cruelty ! Tamb . Save your honours ! ' twere but time ...
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Pagina 134 - 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!
Pagina 20 - Our souls, whose faculties can comprehend The wondrous architecture of the world, And measure every wandering planet's course, Still climbing after knowledge infinite, And always moving as the restless spheres, Will us to wear ourselves, and never rest, Until we reach the ripest fruit of all, That perfect bliss and sole felicity, The sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
Pagina 381 - The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
Pagina 35 - 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 digest...
Pagina 111 - Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it. Think'st thou that I, who saw the face of God, And tasted the eternal joys of heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells, In being depriv'd of everlasting bliss ? O, Faustus, leave these frivolous demands, Which strike a terror to my fainting soul ! Faust.
Pagina 146 - Receive them free, and sell them by the weight; Bags of fiery opals, sapphires, amethysts, Jacinths, hard topaz, grass-green emeralds, Beauteous rubies, sparkling diamonds, And seld-seen costly stones of so great price, As one of them indifferently rated, And of a carat of this quantity, May serve, in peril of calamity, To ransom great kings from captivity.
Pagina 99 - Her lips suck forth my soul ; see where it flies ! — Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for Heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
Pagina 110 - I charge thee wait upon me whilst I live, To do whatever Faustus shall command, Be it to make the moon drop from her sphere, Or the ocean to overwhelm the world.
Pagina 101 - ... 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 ! O lente, lente, currite noctis equi! The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, The Devil will come, and Faustus must be damned.
Pagina 193 - I have not seen a dapper Jack so brisk; He wears a short Italian hooded cloak, Larded with pearl, and, in his Tuscan cap, A jewel of more value than the crown.