Lectures chiefly on the dramatic literature of the age of ElizabethJ.B. Lippincott, 1821 - 218 páginas |
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... kings forget to govern as they ought , Yet subjects must obey as they are bound . " Yet how little he was borne out ... kings The things that they abhor in rascal routs . When kings on slender quarrels run to wars , And then in cruel and ...
... kings forget to govern as they ought , Yet subjects must obey as they are bound . " Yet how little he was borne out ... kings The things that they abhor in rascal routs . When kings on slender quarrels run to wars , And then in cruel and ...
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... kings . " The principal characters make as many invo- cations to the names of their children , their coun- try , and their friends , as Cicero in his Orations , and all the topics insisted upon are open , direct , urged in the face of ...
... kings . " The principal characters make as many invo- cations to the names of their children , their coun- try , and their friends , as Cicero in his Orations , and all the topics insisted upon are open , direct , urged in the face of ...
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... King Cræsus pompe , and Irus pouertie . And next in order sad Old Age we found , His beard all hoare , his eyes hollow and blind , With drouping cheere still poring on the ground , As on the place where nature him assign'd To rest ...
... King Cræsus pompe , and Irus pouertie . And next in order sad Old Age we found , His beard all hoare , his eyes hollow and blind , With drouping cheere still poring on the ground , As on the place where nature him assign'd To rest ...
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... kings : I'll have them wall all Germany with brass , And make swift Rhine circle fair Wittenberg ; I'll have them ... king of all the provinces : Yea , stranger engines for the brunt of war Than was the fiery keel at Antwerp bridge , I ...
... kings : I'll have them wall all Germany with brass , And make swift Rhine circle fair Wittenberg ; I'll have them ... king of all the provinces : Yea , stranger engines for the brunt of war Than was the fiery keel at Antwerp bridge , I ...
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... kings indeed are Deities . And who'd not ( as the sun ) in brightness shine ? To be the greatest is to be divine . Who among millions would not be the mightiest ? To sit in godlike state ; to have all eyes Dazzled with admiration , and ...
... kings indeed are Deities . And who'd not ( as the sun ) in brightness shine ? To be the greatest is to be divine . Who among millions would not be the mightiest ? To sit in godlike state ; to have all eyes Dazzled with admiration , and ...
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Página 27 - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters : — To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
Página 254 - But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near: And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found; Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song: then worms shall try That long preserved virginity: And your quaint honour turn to dust; And into ashes all my lust. The grave's a fine and private place, But none I think do there embrace.
Página 298 - But the sufficiency of Christian immortality frustrates all earthly glory, and the quality of either state after death makes a folly of posthumous memory. God who can only destroy our souls, and hath assured our resurrection, either of our bodies or names hath directly promised no duration. Wherein there is so much of chance, that the boldest expectants have found unhappy frustration ; and to hold long subsistence, seems but a scape in oblivion. But man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous...
Página 222 - HENCE, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweet, If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy ; Oh ! sweetest melancholy.
Página 253 - Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day; Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the Flood; And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews.
Página 294 - ... to subsist in bones, and be but pyramidally extant, is a fallacy in duration. Vain ashes, which, in the oblivion of names, persons, times, and sexes, have found unto themselves a fruitless continuation, and only arise unto late posterity as emblems of mortal vanities, antidotes against pride, vainglory, and madding vices!
Página 257 - Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams; or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Página 53 - At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet...
Página 224 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Página 59 - 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.