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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... conceit deceived him ) she imagined that her husband affected some other lady more than herself ; which imagination she concealed with patience , and resolved not , by revealing it , to re- trieve him from his new entertained fancy ...
... conceit deceived him ) she imagined that her husband affected some other lady more than herself ; which imagination she concealed with patience , and resolved not , by revealing it , to re- trieve him from his new entertained fancy ...
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... conceit of mine own folly , and be so bold as to have you under confession . What is the reason , LUTESIO , you diversely descant of the fruition of love ? Hath that divine passion crept into your brains ? ” GIOVANNI hearing her harp on ...
... conceit of mine own folly , and be so bold as to have you under confession . What is the reason , LUTESIO , you diversely descant of the fruition of love ? Hath that divine passion crept into your brains ? ” GIOVANNI hearing her harp on ...
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... by himself , began to enter into the least disposition of a jealous man , that This sonnet is absurdly conceited and far - fetched ; nor is its structure legitimate . would hazard the honour of his wife , to content 23.
... by himself , began to enter into the least disposition of a jealous man , that This sonnet is absurdly conceited and far - fetched ; nor is its structure legitimate . would hazard the honour of his wife , to content 23.
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... conceit that haunted him , and for ever after grace his good wife with more love and honour ; and , with that , PHILIPPO and he walked to the Rialto : but LUTESIO would not for that night go to the house of PHILIPPO , lest his presence ...
... conceit that haunted him , and for ever after grace his good wife with more love and honour ; and , with that , PHILIPPO and he walked to the Rialto : but LUTESIO would not for that night go to the house of PHILIPPO , lest his presence ...
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... conceit a new insight into his wife's actions ; and whereas generally he mistrusted her before , and only thought her a wanton , as she was a woman , now he suspected that there was too much familiarity between her and LUTESIO , and ...
... conceit a new insight into his wife's actions ; and whereas generally he mistrusted her before , and only thought her a wanton , as she was a woman , now he suspected that there was too much familiarity between her and LUTESIO , and ...
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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.