The Old English DramatistsHoughton, Mifflin, 1892 - 132 pagina's |
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James Russell Lowell. to conquer Time , may at least compel him to turn his glass and admit a drawn game . It is so much harder to fill an hour than to empty one ! - These thoughts rose before me with painful viv- idness as I fancied ...
James Russell Lowell. to conquer Time , may at least compel him to turn his glass and admit a drawn game . It is so much harder to fill an hour than to empty one ! - These thoughts rose before me with painful viv- idness as I fancied ...
Pagina 20
... turn to holy psalms ; A man - at - arms must now serve on his knees , And feed on prayers , that are old age's alms . But though from court to cottage I depart , My saint is sure of mine unspotted heart . " There is a pensiveness in ...
... turn to holy psalms ; A man - at - arms must now serve on his knees , And feed on prayers , that are old age's alms . But though from court to cottage I depart , My saint is sure of mine unspotted heart . " There is a pensiveness in ...
Pagina 49
... turns to necromancy : " These metaphysics of magicians And necromantic books are heavenly . Oh , what a world of profit and delight , Of power , of honor , of omnipotence , Is promised to the studious artisan ! All things that move ...
... turns to necromancy : " These metaphysics of magicians And necromantic books are heavenly . Oh , what a world of profit and delight , Of power , of honor , of omnipotence , Is promised to the studious artisan ! All things that move ...
Pagina 52
... turn to air , Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to Hell . O soul , be changed to little waterdrops And fall into the ocean ; ne'er be found ! My God , my God , look not so fierce on me ! Adders and serpents , let me breathe awhile . Ugly ...
... turn to air , Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to Hell . O soul , be changed to little waterdrops And fall into the ocean ; ne'er be found ! My God , my God , look not so fierce on me ! Adders and serpents , let me breathe awhile . Ugly ...
Pagina 67
... turning : - " I will make you chief mourner , believe it . Never was woe like mine . O , that my care And absolute study to preserve his life Should be his absolute ruin ! Is he gone , then ? There is no plague i ' th ' world can be ...
... turning : - " I will make you chief mourner , believe it . Never was woe like mine . O , that my care And absolute study to preserve his life Should be his absolute ruin ! Is he gone , then ? There is no plague i ' th ' world can be ...
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Pagina 15 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid ! heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life...
Pagina 37 - 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...
Pagina 51 - I'll leap up to my God! Who pulls me down? See, see where Christ's blood streams in the firmament! One drop would save my soul, half a drop, ah, my Christ!
Pagina 40 - The reluctant pangs of abdicating royalty in Edward furnished hints, which Shakspeare scarcely improved in his Richard the Second ; and the death-scene of Marlowe's king moves pity and terror beyond any scene, ancient or modern, with which I am acquainted.
Pagina 50 - 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; I'll have them read me strange philosophy And tell the secrets of all foreign kings...
Pagina 49 - All things that move between the quiet poles Shall be at my command : emperors and kings Are but obeyed in their several provinces, Nor can they raise the wind or rend the clouds ; But his dominion that exceeds in this Stretcheth as far as doth the mind of man, A sound magician is a mighty god : Here, Faustus, tire thy brains to gain a deity.
Pagina 130 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Pagina 51 - WAS this the face that launched a thousand ships And burnt the topless towers of Ilium ? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss. 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 52 - Oh, no end is limited to damned souls ! Why wert thou not a creature wanting soul? Or why is this immortal that thou hast ? Ah, Pythagoras...
Pagina 113 - Underneath this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse: Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother. Death, ere thou hast slain another Fair and learn'd and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.