The Works of Beaumont & Fletcher: The Text Formed from a New Collation of the Early Editions, Volumen2E. Moxon, 1843 - 11 páginas |
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... father's extravagance , he was forced to seek his fortune as a soldier in the Low Countries . He soon , however , returned to England , and seems to have had recourse to his pen for support . Having been received by his friend Sir John ...
... father's extravagance , he was forced to seek his fortune as a soldier in the Low Countries . He soon , however , returned to England , and seems to have had recourse to his pen for support . Having been received by his friend Sir John ...
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... father of our sheep ; And arm in arm Tread we softly in a round , Whilst the hollow neighbouring ground Fills the music with her sound . Pan , O great god Pan , to thee Thus do we sing ! Thou that keep'st us chaste and free As the young ...
... father of our sheep ; And arm in arm Tread we softly in a round , Whilst the hollow neighbouring ground Fills the music with her sound . Pan , O great god Pan , to thee Thus do we sing ! Thou that keep'st us chaste and free As the young ...
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... Father , ' tis my care . Enter DAPHNIS . Old Shep . Here comes another straggler ; sure , I see A shame in this young shepherd . — Daphnis ? Daph . He . [ Exit . i thunder ' gainst the bay ] " This property was anciently ascribed to the ...
... Father , ' tis my care . Enter DAPHNIS . Old Shep . Here comes another straggler ; sure , I see A shame in this young shepherd . — Daphnis ? Daph . He . [ Exit . i thunder ' gainst the bay ] " This property was anciently ascribed to the ...
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... father , if I may Scape this unhappy night , to know the day A virgin , never after to endure The tongues or company of men unpure ! I hear him come ; save me ! Priest . Retire a while Behind this bush , till we have known that vile ...
... father , if I may Scape this unhappy night , to know the day A virgin , never after to endure The tongues or company of men unpure ! I hear him come ; save me ! Priest . Retire a while Behind this bush , till we have known that vile ...
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... father " . " In the two 4tos . of 1635 the names of both poets stand on the title - page ; but the Address to the Readers mentions " the author " ; and a passage towards the end of the Prologue , " mis- taking the authors intention ...
... father " . " In the two 4tos . of 1635 the names of both poets stand on the title - page ; but the Address to the Readers mentions " the author " ; and a passage towards the end of the Prologue , " mis- taking the authors intention ...
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Términos y frases comunes
1778 and Weber Altered Amoret Bacha Bacurius Bessus blessing blood CHIG Cloe Clorin CUPID'S REVENGE dare daughter dear Dorigen dost thou doth duke earliest 4tos Editors of 1778 Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Faithful Shepherdess father fear Ferd Gent gentlemen George Gerrard give Gobrias gods hand hath hear heart Heaven honour Ismenus Jasp Jasper king kneel knight lady Leon Leuc Leucippus live lord Luce maid Mardonius Maria Martius master Humphrey merry Merrythought mistress modern editors mother ne'er never Nisus Old eds Peri Perigot Pestle play Plutus pray prince printed prithee Ralph Satyr SCENE Seward shalt shepherd shew sing Sophocles soul speak sweet sword TELAMON tell thee Theobald thine thou art thou hast Tigr Tigranes Timantus unto Violante whilst Wife word
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Página 66 - I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Página 29 - For to that holy wood is consecrate A virtuous well, about whose flowery banks The nimble-footed fairies dance their rounds By the pale moonshine, dipping oftentimes Their stolen children, so to make them free From dying flesh and dull mortality : By this fair fount hath many a shepherd sworn, And given away his freedom, many a troth Been plight, which neither envy nor old time Could ever break, with many a chaste kiss given, In hope of coming...
Página 66 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby ; Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby : Never harm, Nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh ; So, good night, with lullaby.
Página 25 - Some say no evil thing that walks by night, In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen, Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost, That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, No goblin or swart faery of the mine, Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.
Página 117 - All hail, great master! grave sir, hail ! I come To answer thy best pleasure ; be't to fly, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride On the curl'd clouds ; to thy strong bidding, task Ariel, and all his quality.
Página 43 - Hovering o'er the wanton face Of these pastures, where they come, Striking dead both bud and bloom : Therefore, from such danger lock Every one his loved flock ; And let your dogs lie loose without, Lest the wolf come as a scout From the mountain, and, ere day, Bear a lamb or kid away ; Or the crafty thievish fox Break upon your simple flocks. To secure...
Página 37 - I sit by and sing, Or gather rushes, to make many a ring For thy long fingers; tell thee tales of love; How the pale Phoebe, hunting in a grove, First saw the boy Endymion, from whose eyes She took eternal fire that never dies ; How she...
Página 16 - ... a play of country hired shepherds in gray cloaks, with cur-tailed dogs in strings, sometimes laughing together, and sometimes killing one another ; and, missing Whitsun-ales, cream, wassail, and morris-dances, began to be angry.
Página 25 - ... some be green ; These are of that luscious meat The great god Pan himself doth eat : All these, and what the woods can yield, The hanging mountain, or the field, I freely offer, and ere long Will bring you more, more sweet and strong ; Till when, humbly leave I take, Lest the great Pan do awake, That sleeping lies in a deep glade, Under a broad beech's shade.
Página 25 - What might this be? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.