Greene's Philomela. Greene's Arcadia. Southwell's The triumphs over death. Breton's Characters, and his Good and bad. Nash's Christ's tears over JerusalemFrom the private Press of Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, printed by T. Davison, 1815 |
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... carrying with him a crew of his friends and familiars , furnished at all points to apprehend the guiltless gentleman . As soon as they came to his house , they found one of his servants sitting at the door , who , seeing the Earl ...
... carrying with him a crew of his friends and familiars , furnished at all points to apprehend the guiltless gentleman . As soon as they came to his house , they found one of his servants sitting at the door , who , seeing the Earl ...
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... carry him presently to the Duke , whither I will bring straight the strumpet , his paramour , that they may receive condign punishment for their heinous and detestable treacheries . " Poor LUTESIO , who little looked for such a greeting ...
... carry him presently to the Duke , whither I will bring straight the strumpet , his paramour , that they may receive condign punishment for their heinous and detestable treacheries . " Poor LUTESIO , who little looked for such a greeting ...
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... carried before the Duke with that common attendance , but that she and he might go together without any further open discredit ; and then , if she could not prove herself innocent , let her without favour abide the penalty of the law ...
... carried before the Duke with that common attendance , but that she and he might go together without any further open discredit ; and then , if she could not prove herself innocent , let her without favour abide the penalty of the law ...
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... carry him to prison until he had further trial of the matter , swearing , if he found him to have played false with ... carried to prison , and the Duke left mightily perplexed ; who began to cast in his mind many doubts of this strange ...
... carry him to prison until he had further trial of the matter , swearing , if he found him to have played false with ... carried to prison , and the Duke left mightily perplexed ; who began to cast in his mind many doubts of this strange ...
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... carried a slave that remained in his father's house abroad to the grove with him , where PHILIPPO lay lurking , and there changing apparel with him , he got him to his desired mistress , and bade the slave return covertly into the city ...
... carried a slave that remained in his father's house abroad to the grove with him , where PHILIPPO lay lurking , and there changing apparel with him , he got him to his desired mistress , and bade the slave return covertly into the city ...
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Greene's Philomela. Greene's Arcadia. Southwell's The triumphs over death ... Sir Egerton Brydges Vista de fragmentos - 1815 |
Términos y frases comunes
ambition amongst Arcadia Atheists beauty began blood CARMELA Christ conceit conscience court daughter dead death delight DEMOCLES desire devil discontent disdain DORON doth Duke Duke of Milan Earl ears earth enemy eyes fair favour fear folly fortune fruit Gabriel Harvey gather Genoese gentleman glory God's grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven hell honour hope humour husband Jerusalem judgment king labour lady LAMEDON lest live London look Lord LUTESIO MELICERTUS MENAPHON mercy mind misery mistress nature never NICHOLAS BRETON passion patience PESANA PHILIPPO PHILOMELA PLEUSIDIPPUS poor praise pride Private Press quoth repentance revenge rich ROBERT GREENE ROBERT SOUTHWELL saith SAMELA SEPHESTIA shepherd shew sith sorrow soul spirit stones sweet sword tears Thessaly thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt thou wouldst thought thyself vain-glory Venice Venus virtue wanton wherein wife words worthy
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Página 4 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves.
Página 11 - There was a certain householder, which planted a vineyard, and hedged it round about, and digged a winepress in it, and built a tower, and let it out to husbandmen, and went into a far country: and when the time of the fruit drew near, he sent his servants to the husbandmen, that they might receive the fruits of it.
Página 8 - s grief enough for thee. Streaming tears that never stint, Like pearl-drops from a flint, Fell by course from his eyes, That one another's place supplies ; Thus he griev'd in every part, Tears of blood fell from his heart, When he left his pretty boy, Father's sorrow, father's joy. Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee ; When thou art old there 's grief enough for thee.
Página ix - Divines and dying men may talk of hell, But in my heart her several torments dwell.
Página 85 - BEFORE my face the picture hangs, That daily should put me in mind Of those cold names and bitter pangs, That shortly I am like to find : But yet, alas, full little I Do think hereon that I must die.
Página 19 - Dangerous conceits are in their natures poisons, Which at the first are scarce found to distaste, But with a little act upon the blood, Burn like the mines of sulphur.
Página xvii - It is a common practice nowadays amongst a sort of shifting companions, that run through every art and thrive by none, to leave the trade of Noverint, whereto they were born, and busy themselves with the endeavors of art, that could scarcely latinize their neck-verse if they should have need; yet English Seneca read by candlelight yields many good sentences, as "Blood is a beggar...
Página 86 - I do use to wear, The knife wherewith I cut my meat, And eke that old and ancient chair Which is my only usual seat,— All these do tell me I must die, And yet my life amend not I. My ancestors are...
Página 86 - My ancestors are turn'd to clay, And many of my mates are gone ; My youngers daily drop away, And can I think to 'scape alone ? No, no, I know that I must die, And yet my life amend not I.
Página xvii - Blood is a beggar' and so forth; and if you entreat him fair in a frosty morning, he will afford you whole Hamlets, I should say handfuls, of tragical speeches.