The Works of Beaumont and Fletcher: In Fourteen Volumes: with an Introduction and Explanatory Notes, Volumen1J. Ballantyne, 1812 - 14 páginas |
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... vent , Slander'st no laws , prophan'st no holy page , As if thy father's crosier ruled the stage . " Our poets frequently boast of this chastity of lan- guage themselves . See the prologue to The Knight of the Burning Pestle . Lovelace ...
... vent , Slander'st no laws , prophan'st no holy page , As if thy father's crosier ruled the stage . " Our poets frequently boast of this chastity of lan- guage themselves . See the prologue to The Knight of the Burning Pestle . Lovelace ...
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... vent ; Slander'st not laws , prophan'st no holy page ( As if thy father's crosier awed the stage ; ) High crimes were still arraign'd ; tho ' they made shift Το prosper out four acts , were plagued i ' th ' fift : All's safe and wise ...
... vent ; Slander'st not laws , prophan'st no holy page ( As if thy father's crosier awed the stage ; ) High crimes were still arraign'd ; tho ' they made shift Το prosper out four acts , were plagued i ' th ' fift : All's safe and wise ...
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... Vent . Sirrah , I'll make you know you are my prentice , And whom my charitable love redeem'd Even from the fall of fortune ; gave thee heat And growth , to be what now thou art , new - cast thee ; Adding the trust of all I have , at ...
... Vent . Sirrah , I'll make you know you are my prentice , And whom my charitable love redeem'd Even from the fall of fortune ; gave thee heat And growth , to be what now thou art , new - cast thee ; Adding the trust of all I have , at ...
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... Vent . ' Tis very well , sir ; I can tell your wisdom How all this shall be cured . Jasp . Your care becomes you , Vent . And thus it must be , sir : I here discharge you My house and service ; take your liberty ; And when I want a son ...
... Vent . ' Tis very well , sir ; I can tell your wisdom How all this shall be cured . Jasp . Your care becomes you , Vent . And thus it must be , sir : I here discharge you My house and service ; take your liberty ; And when I want a son ...
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... Vent . Come , sir , she's yours ; upon my faith , she's yours ; You have my hand : for other idle lets , Between your hopes and her , thus with a wind They are scattered , and no more . My wanton prentice , That like a bladder blew ...
... Vent . Come , sir , she's yours ; upon my faith , she's yours ; You have my hand : for other idle lets , Between your hopes and her , thus with a wind They are scattered , and no more . My wanton prentice , That like a bladder blew ...
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Página clxv - Do my face (If thou had'st ever feeling of a sorrow) Thus, thus, Antiphila : strive to make me look Like Sorrow's monument ; and the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless ; let the rocks Groan with continual surges ; and behind me, Make all a desolation.
Página cxcvi - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...
Página clix - To-day, my lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood...
Página xxxv - 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.
Página lxx - Beaumont and Fletcher, of whom I am next to speak, had, with the advantage of Shakespeare's wit, which was their precedent, great natural gifts improved by study; Beaumont especially being so accurate a judge of plays that Ben Jonson, while he lived, submitted all his writings to his censure, and, 'tis thought, used his judgment in correcting, if not contriving all his plots.
Página cl - Every Man out of his Humour," usurped that dictatorship, in the Literary Republic, which he so sturdily and invariably maintained, though long and hardily disputed.
Página 190 - Troul the black bowl to me ;" and a woman that will sing a catch in her travail. I have seen a man come by my door with a serious face, in a black cloak, without a hatband, carrying his head as if he look'd for pins in the street.
Página cxxxix - ... off, before he committed one word to writing, and never touched pen till all was to stand as firm and immutable as if engraven in brass or marble.
Página clix - em. he would weep, As if he meant to make 'em grow again. Seeing such pretty helpless innocence Dwell in his face, I ask'd him all his story. He told me, that his parents gentle died, Leaving him to the mercy of the fields, Which gave him roots ; and of the crystal springs, Which did not stop their courses ; and the sun, Which still, he thank'd him, yielded him his light.
Página 143 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright Honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned Honour by the locks; So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities.