The dramatic works of Massinger and Ford, with an intr. by H. Coleridge. [2 pt. With an additional engr. title-leaf dated 1839].1840 |
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... hope , and Maximinus , Our brother and copartner in the empire , At my request won to confirm as much , The kingdoms I took from you we'll restore , And make you greater than you were before . [ Exeunt all but ANTONINUS and MACRINUS ...
... hope , and Maximinus , Our brother and copartner in the empire , At my request won to confirm as much , The kingdoms I took from you we'll restore , And make you greater than you were before . [ Exeunt all but ANTONINUS and MACRINUS ...
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... hope to lead a sober life , when I was converted ; but , now amongst the Christians , I can no sooner stagger out of one alehouse , but I reel into another ; they have whole streets of nothing but drinking - rooms , and drabbing ...
... hope to lead a sober life , when I was converted ; but , now amongst the Christians , I can no sooner stagger out of one alehouse , but I reel into another ; they have whole streets of nothing but drinking - rooms , and drabbing ...
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... hope she will not bar yeoman sprats to have their swing . Ang . She comes , -beware , and mend . Hir . Let's break his neck , and bid him mend . Enter DOROTHEA , Dor . Have you my messages , sent to the poor , Deliver'd with good hands ...
... hope she will not bar yeoman sprats to have their swing . Ang . She comes , -beware , and mend . Hir . Let's break his neck , and bid him mend . Enter DOROTHEA , Dor . Have you my messages , sent to the poor , Deliver'd with good hands ...
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... hope only In such a suit as this is , to gain favour , Without exchange of courtesy , you conceive me- Enter BEAUFORT junior , and Belgarde . Were madness at the height . Here's brave young Beaufort , The meteor of Marseilles , one that ...
... hope only In such a suit as this is , to gain favour , Without exchange of courtesy , you conceive me- Enter BEAUFORT junior , and Belgarde . Were madness at the height . Here's brave young Beaufort , The meteor of Marseilles , one that ...
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... hope to find you , Though in a lawful war you had surprised A city , that bow'd humbly to your pleasure , In honour you stand bound to guard a virgin From violence ; but in a free estate , Of which you are a limb , to do a wrong Which ...
... hope to find you , Though in a lawful war you had surprised A city , that bow'd humbly to your pleasure , In honour you stand bound to guard a virgin From violence ; but in a free estate , Of which you are a limb , to do a wrong Which ...
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Էջ xxv - EPITAPH ON THE COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE. UNDERNEATH this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother ; Death ! ere thou hast slain another, Learned, and fair, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
Էջ lvi - Amid the groves, under the shadowy hills, The generations are prepared ; the pangs, The internal pangs, are ready ; the dread strife Of poor humanity's afflicted will Struggling in vain with ruthless destiny.
Էջ xli - Nay, their endeavour keeps in the wonted pace: but there is, sir, an aery of children, little eyases, that cry out on the top of question, and are most tyrannically clapp'd for't: these are now the fashion, and so berattle the common stages — so they call them — that many wearing rapiers are afraid of goose-quills and dare scarce come thither.
Էջ 1 - To glorify their Tempe, bred in me Desire of visiting that paradise. To Thessaly I came; and living private, Without acquaintance of more sweet companions Than the old inmates to my love, my thoughts, I day by day frequented silent groves And solitary walks. One morning early This accident encounter'd me : I heard The sweetest and most ravishing contention, That art (and) nature ever were at strife in.
Էջ 1 - Some time thus spent, the young man grew at last Into a pretty anger, that a bird Whom art had never taught...
Էջ 7 - No, my dear lady, I could weary stars, And force the wakeful moon to lose her eyes, $ By my late watching, but to wait on you. When at your prayers you kneel before the altar, Methinks I'm singing with some quire in heaven, So blest I hold me in your company...
Էջ 35 - A lightless sulphur, chok'd with smoky fogs Of an infected darkness ; in this place Dwell many thousand thousand sundry sorts Of never-dying deaths ; there damned souls Roar without pity ; there are gluttons fed With toads and adders ; there is burning oil Pour'd down the drunkard's throat ; the usurer Is forc'd to sup whole draughts of molten gold...
Էջ 7 - I'll set that day Which gave thee to me. Little did I hope To meet such worlds of comfort in thyself, This little, pretty body, when I, coming Forth of the temple, heard my beggar-boy, My sweet-faced, godly beggar-boy, crave an alms. Which with glad hand I gave, with lucky hand...
Էջ 296 - Sirrah, I'll have you know, whom I think worthy To sit at my table, be he ne'er so mean, When I am present, is not your companion.
Էջ 326 - My brother made thy place of rest his bosom, Thou being the keeper of his heart, a mistress To be hugg'd ever. In by-corners of This sacred room, silver, in bags heap'd up, Like billets saw'd and ready for the fire, Unworthy to hold fellowship with bright gold, That flow'd about the room, conceal'd itself.