Modern English DramaJohn Dryden, Richard Brinsley Sheridan, Oliver Goldsmith, Robert Browning, Percy Bysshe Shelley, Baron George Gordon Byron P.F. Collier, 1909 - 444 páginas |
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... leave ; the like I have observed in Cleo- patra . That which is wanting to work up the pity to a greater height , was not afforded me by the story ; for the crimes of love , which they both committed , were not occasioned by any ...
... leave ; the like I have observed in Cleo- patra . That which is wanting to work up the pity to a greater height , was not afforded me by the story ; for the crimes of love , which they both committed , were not occasioned by any ...
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... leave all reasonable men to imagine worse of them , than of the poet . Honest Montaigne goes yet further : Nous ne sommes que cérémonie ; la cérémonie nous emporte , et laissons la substance des choses . Nous nous tenons aux branches ...
... leave all reasonable men to imagine worse of them , than of the poet . Honest Montaigne goes yet further : Nous ne sommes que cérémonie ; la cérémonie nous emporte , et laissons la substance des choses . Nous nous tenons aux branches ...
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... leave him any work ; so busy with the broom , and make so clean a riddance that there is little left either for censure or for praise : For no part of a poem is worth our discommending , where the whole is insipid ; as when we have once ...
... leave him any work ; so busy with the broom , and make so clean a riddance that there is little left either for censure or for praise : For no part of a poem is worth our discommending , where the whole is insipid ; as when we have once ...
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... leave . But while they are so eager to destroy the fame of others , their ambition is manifest in their concernment ; some poem of their own is to be produced , and the slaves are to be laid flat with their faces on the ground , that ...
... leave . But while they are so eager to destroy the fame of others , their ambition is manifest in their concernment ; some poem of their own is to be produced , and the slaves are to be laid flat with their faces on the ground , that ...
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... leave him to interpret this by the benefit of his French version on the other side , and without further considering him , than I have the rest of my illiterate censors , whom I have disdained to answer , because they are not qualified ...
... leave him to interpret this by the benefit of his French version on the other side , and without further considering him , than I have the rest of my illiterate censors , whom I have disdained to answer , because they are not qualified ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ALEX ALEXAS Antony Austin bear BEATRICE believe BERNARDO brother Cæsar CAMILLO Cenci Charles CHARMION CLEO Cleopatra CRAB curse dare dear death deed DOLA Dolabella earth Egad Enter Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell father fear fellow fortune gentleman GERARD GIACOMO give GUENDOLEN hand happy HARDCASTLE HAST hear heard heart Heaven honour hope innocent judge LADY SNEER Lady Sneerwell LADY TEAZ laugh leave live look lord LUCRETIA madam MANFRED Maria Marlow MARZIO MERTOUN MILDRED MISS HARD MISS NEV Moses never night o'er OCTAV Octavia OLIMPIO ORSINO pity pray Rowley ruin SAVELLA SCENE SERAP servant SIR OLIV SIR PET Sir Peter SNAKE soul speak spirit sure SURF Surface talk Teazle tell thee there's thine thing Thorold thou art thought TONY TRESHAM true truth twas VENT Ventidius wife word young Zounds
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Página 126 - tis out of pure good humor, and I take it for granted they deal exactly in the same manner with me.
Página 407 - To rest for ever — wherefore do I pause? I feel the impulse — yet I do not plunge ; I see the peril — yet do not recede ; And my brain reels — and yet my foot is firm : There is a power upon me which withholds, And makes it my fatality to live ; If it be life to wear within myself This barrenness of spirit, and to be My own soul's sepulchre, for I have ceased To justify my deeds unto myself — The last infirmity of evil.
Página 431 - I could not tame my nature down ; for he Must serve who fain would sway ; and soothe, and sue, And watch all time, and pry into all place, And be a living lie, who would become; A mighty thing amongst the mean, and such The mass are ; I disdain'd to mingle with A herd, though to be leader — and of wolves. The lion is alone, and so am I.
Página 147 - Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen; Here's to the widow of fifty; 'Here's to the flaunting extravagant quean, And here's to the housewife that's thrifty. Chorus* Let the toast pass, — Drink to the lass, I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.
Página 349 - And though 111 tongues shall wound me, and our common name Be as a mark stamped on thine innocent brow For men to point at as they pass, do thou Forbear, and never think a thought unkind Of those, who perhaps love thee in their graves.
Página 208 - I'll wager the rascals a crown, They always preach best with a skinful. But when you come down with your pence, For a slice of their scurvy religion, I'll leave it to all men of sense, But you, my good friend, are the pigeon.
Página 28 - Some few days hence, and then 'twill be too large, When thou'rt contracted in thy narrow urn, Shrunk to a few cold ashes; then Octavia (For Cleopatra will not live to see it), Octavia then will have thee all her own, And bear thee in her widowed hand to Caesar; Caesar will weep, the crocodile will weep, To see his rival of the universe Lie still and peaceful there.
Página 413 - Myself, and thee — a peasant of the Alps — Thy humble virtues, hospitable home, And spirit patient, pious, proud, and free ; Thy self-respect, grafted on innocent thoughts ; Thy days of health, and nights of sleep ; thy toils, By danger dignified, yet guiltless ; hopes Of cheerful old age and a quiet grave, With cross and garland over its green turf, 70 And thy grandchildren's love for epitaph ! This do I see — and then I look within — It matters not — my Soul was scorched already ! C.
Página 411 - tis blood — my blood ! the pure warm stream Which ran in the veins of my fathers, and in ours When we were in our youth, and had one heart, And loved each other as we should not love, And this was shed : but still it rises up, Colouring the clouds, that shut me out from heaven, Where thou art not — and I shall never be.
Página 346 - My God! Can it be possible I have To die so suddenly? So young to go Under the obscure, cold, rotting, wormy ground! To be nailed down into a narrow place; To see no more sweet sunshine; hear no more Blithe voice of living thing; muse not again Upon familiar thoughts, sad, yet thus lost — How fearful!