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... thoughts , descriptions , & c . , are taken or imitated from the " Shepherd's Calendar ; some peculiar words , as ... thought it enough for Bishops to be fathers of the Church [ alluding to his marriage ] , between the experiment and ...
... thoughts , descriptions , & c . , are taken or imitated from the " Shepherd's Calendar ; some peculiar words , as ... thought it enough for Bishops to be fathers of the Church [ alluding to his marriage ] , between the experiment and ...
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... Thought , far more considerable than palpable . Beaumont and Fletcher were both born in the aristocratical " purple ; " both their fathers enjoyed high offices ; the one we have seen held a bishopric , the other became a judge of the ...
... Thought , far more considerable than palpable . Beaumont and Fletcher were both born in the aristocratical " purple ; " both their fathers enjoyed high offices ; the one we have seen held a bishopric , the other became a judge of the ...
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... thought thy pen drops forth ! At once thou makest me happy , and unmakest , And giving largely to me , more thou takest : What fate is mine that so itself bereaves ? What art is thine , that so thy friend deceives ? When even there ...
... thought thy pen drops forth ! At once thou makest me happy , and unmakest , And giving largely to me , more thou takest : What fate is mine that so itself bereaves ? What art is thine , that so thy friend deceives ? When even there ...
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... thought requisite , where a few extra syllables in a line seemed of little account . Prose was changed into verse ... thoughts , did read The prettiest lecture of his country art That could be wished : so that methought I could Have ...
... thought requisite , where a few extra syllables in a line seemed of little account . Prose was changed into verse ... thoughts , did read The prettiest lecture of his country art That could be wished : so that methought I could Have ...
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... thought found its proper echo in the metre . But such a style of modulation is the last perfection of human language , which none has ever yet reached , perhaps ever will reach . Even to approach it demands much more consummate skill ...
... thought found its proper echo in the metre . But such a style of modulation is the last perfection of human language , which none has ever yet reached , perhaps ever will reach . Even to approach it demands much more consummate skill ...
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Página 242 - A tragi-comedy is not so called in respect of mirth and killing, but in respect it wants deaths, which is enough to make it no tragedy, yet brings some near it, which is enough to make it no comedy...
Página 2 - Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; Say I died true: My love was false, but I was firm From my hour of birth. Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth!
Página xviii - 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 ; then when there hath been thrown Wit able enough to justify the town For three days past ; wit that might warrant be For the whole City to talk foolishly Till that were cancell'd ; and when that was gone, We left an air behind us, which alone...
Página 32 - Tis less than to be born ; a lasting sleep; A quiet resting from all jealousy, A thing we all pursue. I know, besides, It is but giving over of a game That must be lost.
Página 42 - Whilst there was hope to hide me from men's eyes, For other than I seem'd, that I might ever Abide with you. Then sat I by the fount, Where first you took me up. King. Search out a match Within our kingdom, where and when thou wilt, And I will pay thy dowry ; and thyself Wilt well deserve him. Bel. Never, sir, will I Marry ; it is a thing within my vow...
Página 5 - Full with her sorrow, she tied fast her eyes To the fair Trojan ships ; and, having lost them, Just as thine eyes do, down stole a tear. Antiphila, What would this wench do, if she were Aspatia ? Here she would stand, till some more pitying god Turn'd her to marble ! 'Tis enough, my wench ! Show me the piece of needlework you wrought.
Página xxxv - Of which he borrowed some to quench his thirst, And paid the nymph again as much in tears : A garland lay him by...
Página xxxv - Dwell in his face, I asked 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.
Página xxviii - Their plots were generally more regular than Shakespeare's, especially those which were made before Beaumont's death ; and they understood and imitated the conversation of gentlemen much better ; whose wild debaucheries, and quickness of wit in repartees, no poet can ever paint as they have done.
Página 42 - Your worth and virtue ; and, as I did grow More and more apprehensive, I did thirst To see the man so praised. But yet all this Was but a maiden-longing, to be lost As soon as found ; till, sitting in my window, Printing my thoughts in lawn, I saw a god, I thought, (but it was you,) enter our gates : My blood flew out and back again, as fast As I had...