Dido, Queen of Carthage: A TragedySimpkin, Marshall, 1825 - 63 páginas Dido, Queen of Carthage : A Tragedy by Thomas Nash, first published in 1825, is a rare manuscript, the original residing in one of the great libraries of the world. This book is a reproduction of that original, which has been scanned and cleaned by state-of-the-art publishing tools for better readability and enhanced appreciation. Restoration Editors' mission is to bring long out of print manuscripts back to life. Some smudges, annotations or unclear text may still exist, due to permanent damage to the original work. We believe the literary significance of the text justifies offering this reproduction, allowing a new generation to appreciate it. |
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Dido, Queen of Carthage: A Tragedy (1825) Professor Christopher Marlowe,Thomas Nash Sin vista previa disponible - 2014 |
Términos y frases comunes
aboard Acha Achates Æolus arms art thou Asca Atrides banquet bear billows brave breast call'd Carthage queen cave CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE Cloan CLOANTHUS Cupid dead death deceiv'd delight Dido's heart doth Enter ANNA Enter DIDO Enter ENEAS Enter IARBAS Epeus exeunt exit Iarbas false Æneas farewell father fleet frown Ganymede gentle gods golden Grecians grief hand hast hath hear Hecuba Hermes honour Ilio ILIONEUS Isle of Dogs Italy Jove Juno Jupiter king kiss leave Lest live looks lord Lybia mother mov'd Myrmidons Neoptolemus never Nurse oars Priamus prince Pyrrhus QUEEN OF CARTHAGE quiver ruth sails SCENE Serg SERGESTUS shore sister soul speak stay sweet Iarbas sword tackling tell thee thine eye THOMAS NASH thou art thou shalt thoughts thousand thy ships ticing town Trojan Troy unto our ships weep where'er Wherefore wilt thou winds
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Página 20 - Achilles' son, Forgetting both his want of strength and hands; Which he, disdaining, whisk'd his sword about, And with the wind thereof the king fell down : Then from the navel to the throat at once He ripp'd old Priam; at whose latter gasp Jove's marble statue gan to bend the brow, As loathing Pyrrhus for this wicked act. Yet he, undaunted, took his father's flag, And...
Página 22 - Such bow, such quiver, and such golden shafts, Will Dido give to sweet Ascanius. For Dido's sake I take thee in my arms, And stick these spangled feathers in thy hat: Eat comfits in mine arms, and I will sing.
Página 26 - I'll make me bracelets of his golden hair; His glistening eyes shall be my looking-glass; His lips an altar, where I'll offer up As many kisses as the sea hath sands; Instead of music I will hear him speak; His looks shall be my only library...
Página 20 - Through which he could not pass for slaughter^ men; So, leaning on his sword, he stood stone still, Viewing the fire wherewith rich Ilion burnt.
Página 18 - Young infants swimming in their parents' blood, Headless carcasses piled up in heaps, Virgins half-dead, dragg'd by their golden hair, And with main force flung on a ring of pikes, Old men with swords thrust through their aged sides, Kneeling for mercy to a Greekish lad, Who with steel pole-axes dash'd out their brains.
Página xi - Nashe, though he a proser were, A branch of laurel yet deserves to bear, Sharply satiric was he, and that way He went, since that his being to this day Few have attempted, and I surely think Those words shall hardly be set down with ink Shall scorch and blast so as his could, where he Would inflict vengeance...
Página x - looke and you shall find a grey haire for everie line I have writ against him ; and you shall have all his beard white too, by the time he hath read over this book.
Página vii - I sat up late and rose early, contended with the cold, and conversed with scarcity; for all my labours turned to loss, my vulgar muse was despised and neglected, my pains not regarded or slightly rewarded, and I myself, in prime of my best wit, laid open to poverty. Whereupon, in a malcontent humour, I accused my fortune, railed on my patrons, bit my pen, rent my papers, and raged...
Página 20 - A little while prolong'd her husband's life. At last, the soldiers pull'd her by the heels, And swung her howling in the empty air, Which sent an echo to the wounded king : Whereat, he lifted up his bed-rid limbs, And would have grappled with Achilles...
Página 18 - Then he unlock'd the horse ; and suddenly, From out his entrails, Neoptolemus, Setting his spear upon the ground, leapt forth, And, after him, a thousand Grecians more, In whose stern faces shin'd the quenchless f re That after burnt the pride of Asia.