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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... honour and virtue . RIGHT beautiful and bountiful lady , finding myself humbly devoted to the right honourable the Lord Fitzwaters your husband , not only that I am born his2 , but also for the gracious acceptance of a small pamphlet ...
... honour and virtue . RIGHT beautiful and bountiful lady , finding myself humbly devoted to the right honourable the Lord Fitzwaters your husband , not only that I am born his2 , but also for the gracious acceptance of a small pamphlet ...
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... honour for such as triumph in virtue : so that seeing there hath few led more chaste than an Italian Philomela , I thought none only more fit to patronize her honours than your Ladyship , whose chastity is as far spread as you are ...
... honour for such as triumph in virtue : so that seeing there hath few led more chaste than an Italian Philomela , I thought none only more fit to patronize her honours than your Ladyship , whose chastity is as far spread as you are ...
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... honour of Venus ; singing to her lute many pretty and merry ditties , some of her own composing , and some written by some witty gentlemen of Venice ; ' Cold , stubborn , selfish is that heart indeed , Which not the gentle spirit of ...
... honour of Venus ; singing to her lute many pretty and merry ditties , some of her own composing , and some written by some witty gentlemen of Venice ; ' Cold , stubborn , selfish is that heart indeed , Which not the gentle spirit of ...
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... Honour is the chief content , That to man in life is lent . And some others do contend , Quiet none , like to a friend . Others hold , there is no wealth Compared to a perfect health . Some man's mind in quiet stands , When he is lord ...
... Honour is the chief content , That to man in life is lent . And some others do contend , Quiet none , like to a friend . Others hold , there is no wealth Compared to a perfect health . Some man's mind in quiet stands , When he is lord ...
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... honour , hath quitted my affection with disdain but that in not daring discover my passions , I am put to a triple tormenting penance . " At this he fetched such a feigned sigh , that simple meaning PHILOMELA imagined the gentleman was ...
... honour , hath quitted my affection with disdain but that in not daring discover my passions , I am put to a triple tormenting penance . " At this he fetched such a feigned sigh , that simple meaning PHILOMELA imagined the gentleman was ...
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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.