The Dramatic Works of Massinger and FordE. Moxon, 1840 - 450 էջ |
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Էջ xxiii
... heaven ; its life is laid up with God , -but on earth its record is but a tale that is told . But intellect really exists in its products ; its kingdom is here . The beauty of the picture is an abiding concrete of the painter's vision ...
... heaven ; its life is laid up with God , -but on earth its record is but a tale that is told . But intellect really exists in its products ; its kingdom is here . The beauty of the picture is an abiding concrete of the painter's vision ...
Էջ xxxi
... Heaven , and Antoninus was an idolater , she would not be wooed of him , or other earthly suitor . And she had a page , named Angelo , whom she found at the temple - gate , in likeness of a ' sweet - faced , godly , beggar - boy ...
... Heaven , and Antoninus was an idolater , she would not be wooed of him , or other earthly suitor . And she had a page , named Angelo , whom she found at the temple - gate , in likeness of a ' sweet - faced , godly , beggar - boy ...
Էջ xxxii
... Heaven , and the divine joys whereunto she was hastening , then did he desire to go with her . And , behold , Angelo , in his true shape of an angel , appeared above to Dorothea alone , and told her that he had been her page , the ...
... Heaven , and the divine joys whereunto she was hastening , then did he desire to go with her . And , behold , Angelo , in his true shape of an angel , appeared above to Dorothea alone , and told her that he had been her page , the ...
Էջ xxxiv
... Heaven , and discourses on the most awful mysteries , uttered by a painted player , or a boy in petticoats , upon a stage but just vacated by a buffoon or ribald rake . This incon- the princess ' suitor , ( who has discovered her ...
... Heaven , and discourses on the most awful mysteries , uttered by a painted player , or a boy in petticoats , upon a stage but just vacated by a buffoon or ribald rake . This incon- the princess ' suitor , ( who has discovered her ...
Էջ 7
... heaven ; and there are thunderbolts , From thence to beat them ever . Do not lie ; Were you both faithful , true distributers ? Spun . Lie , madam ! what grief is it to see you turn swaggerer , and give your poor - minded rascally ...
... heaven ; and there are thunderbolts , From thence to beat them ever . Do not lie ; Were you both faithful , true distributers ? Spun . Lie , madam ! what grief is it to see you turn swaggerer , and give your poor - minded rascally ...
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Էջ xxv - UNDERNEATH this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, SIDNEY'S sister, PEMBROKE'S mother ; Death ! ere thou hast slain another, Learn'd and fair, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
Էջ li - The tears into his eyes were brought. And thanks and praises seemed to run So fast out of his heart, I thought They never would have done. — I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning.
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 37 - 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 - 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 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 clapped 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 191 - When did she flourish so, as when she was The mistress of the ocean, her navies Putting a girdle round about the world ? When the Iberian quaked, her worthies named; And the fair flower-de-luce grew pale, set by The red rose and the white...
Էջ 292 - Furn. No matter whom : yet, now I think on it, I am angry with my lady. Watch. Heaven forbid, man ! Ord. What cause has she given thee ? Furn. Cause enough, master steward. I was entertained by her to please her palate, And, till she forswore eating, I perform'd it. Now, since our master, noble Allworth, died...
Էջ 304 - But I'll make it no wonder ; And what is more, unfold my nature to you. We worldly men, when we see friends and kinsmen, Past hope sunk in their fortunes, lend no hand To lift them up, but rather set our feet Upon their heads, to press them to the bottom...
Էջ 328 - Compar'd with thee, are shadows, thou the substance And guardian of felicity. No marvel, 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. There needs no artificial light, the splendour Makes a perpetual day there, night and darkness By that still-burning...