The Works of Beaumont and Fletcher: In Fourteen Volumes: with an Introduction and Explanatory Notes, 1. sējumsJ. Ballantyne, 1812 - 14 lappuses |
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xxxv. lappuse
... 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 cancelled ; and when that was gone We left an air behind us , which alone of faith ...
... 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 cancelled ; and when that was gone We left an air behind us , which alone of faith ...
cxxx. lappuse
... hath more encouraged the legitimate muses of this latter age , than that which is owing to your family ; whose coronet shines bright with the na- tive lustre of its own jewels , which , with the ac- cess of some beams of Sidney ...
... hath more encouraged the legitimate muses of this latter age , than that which is owing to your family ; whose coronet shines bright with the na- tive lustre of its own jewels , which , with the ac- cess of some beams of Sidney ...
cxxxiii. lappuse
... hath not happened in many ages . Be it then re- membered , to the glory of our own , that all these are demonstrative and met in Beaumont and Flet- cher , whom but to mention is to throw a cloud upon all former names , and benight ...
... hath not happened in many ages . Be it then re- membered , to the glory of our own , that all these are demonstrative and met in Beaumont and Flet- cher , whom but to mention is to throw a cloud upon all former names , and benight ...
cxxxiv. lappuse
... hath been so much out - acted , congratulate thy own happiness , that , in this silence of the stage , thou hast a liberty to read these inimitable plays , to dwell and converse in these immortal groves which were only shewed our ...
... hath been so much out - acted , congratulate thy own happiness , that , in this silence of the stage , thou hast a liberty to read these inimitable plays , to dwell and converse in these immortal groves which were only shewed our ...
cxxxviii. lappuse
... hath been long lost , and I fear irre- coverable ; for a person of quality borrowed it from the actors many years since , and , by the ne- gligence of a servant , it was never returned ; there- fore now I put up this si quis , that ...
... hath been long lost , and I fear irre- coverable ; for a person of quality borrowed it from the actors many years since , and , by the ne- gligence of a servant , it was never returned ; there- fore now I put up this si quis , that ...
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clxv. lappuse - Do my face (If thou had'st ever feeling of a sorrow) Thus, thus, Antiphila : strive to make me look Like Sorrow's monument ; and the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless ; let the rocks Groan with continual surges ; and behind me, Make all a desolation.
cxcvi. lappuse - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...
clix. lappuse - To-day, my lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood...
xxxv. lappuse - 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.
lxx. lappuse - Beaumont and Fletcher, of whom I am next to speak, had, with the advantage of Shakespeare's wit, which was their precedent, great natural gifts improved by study; Beaumont especially being so accurate a judge of plays that Ben Jonson, while he lived, submitted all his writings to his censure, and, 'tis thought, used his judgment in correcting, if not contriving all his plots.
cl. lappuse - Every Man out of his Humour," usurped that dictatorship, in the Literary Republic, which he so sturdily and invariably maintained, though long and hardily disputed.
190. lappuse - Troul the black bowl to me ;" and a woman that will sing a catch in her travail. I have seen a man come by my door with a serious face, in a black cloak, without a hatband, carrying his head as if he look'd for pins in the street.
cxxxix. lappuse - ... off, before he committed one word to writing, and never touched pen till all was to stand as firm and immutable as if engraven in brass or marble.
clix. lappuse - em. he would weep, As if he meant to make 'em grow again. Seeing such pretty helpless innocence Dwell in his face, I ask'd 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, Which did not stop their courses ; and the sun, Which still, he thank'd him, yielded him his light.
143. lappuse - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright Honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned Honour by the locks; So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities.