Specimens of English dramatic poetsJ.M. Dent & Company, 1903 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 41
Page xvii
... Dramatic Literature which the " Specimens " had done much to awaken . For the rest , Coleridge was neither then nor later at all well - read in Elizabeth- anism , and seems to have remained all his life xvii AN ORIGINATIVE BOOK.
... Dramatic Literature which the " Specimens " had done much to awaken . For the rest , Coleridge was neither then nor later at all well - read in Elizabeth- anism , and seems to have remained all his life xvii AN ORIGINATIVE BOOK.
Page xviii
... rest constituted a main element of that " fair and wholesome pasturage " upon which his infant mind had fed . I state the view in extreme terms , but not so extremely but that I could pro- 1 In this estimate , which is on the near side ...
... rest constituted a main element of that " fair and wholesome pasturage " upon which his infant mind had fed . I state the view in extreme terms , but not so extremely but that I could pro- 1 In this estimate , which is on the near side ...
Page 1
... rest are from Dodsley's and Hawkins's collec- tions , and the works of Jonson , Beaumont and Fletcher , and Massinger . I have chosen wherever I could to give entire scenes , and in some instances successive scenes , rather than to ...
... rest are from Dodsley's and Hawkins's collec- tions , and the works of Jonson , Beaumont and Fletcher , and Massinger . I have chosen wherever I could to give entire scenes , and in some instances successive scenes , rather than to ...
Page 5
... rest and be , even there our only grief And deepest sorrows to abridge our life , Most pining cares and deadly thoughts do grow ? Arost . Your grace should now , in these grave years of yours , Have found ere this the price of mortal ...
... rest and be , even there our only grief And deepest sorrows to abridge our life , Most pining cares and deadly thoughts do grow ? Arost . Your grace should now , in these grave years of yours , Have found ere this the price of mortal ...
Page 6
... rest within the cruel mother's breast , With her own hand to slay her only son ? But out , alas ! these eyes beheld ... rests , His heart stab'd in with knife is reft of life . Gorb . O Eubulus , oh , draw this sword of ours , And pierce ...
... rest within the cruel mother's breast , With her own hand to slay her only son ? But out , alas ! these eyes beheld ... rests , His heart stab'd in with knife is reft of life . Gorb . O Eubulus , oh , draw this sword of ours , And pierce ...
Contents
77 | |
86 | |
96 | |
104 | |
113 | |
115 | |
122 | |
129 | |
142 | |
154 | |
162 | |
171 | |
179 | |
254 | |
267 | |
274 | |
280 | |
287 | |
303 | |
309 | |
321 | |
335 | |
341 | |
350 | |
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
Alaham art thou AUTHOR Beaumont and Fletcher beauty behold Ben Jonson blessing blood breath Cæsar Calica Camena Capt Charles Lamb COMEDY Corb Corv court crown D'Ambois dead dear death dost doth Duke earth eyes fair faith father Faustus fear fire fortune gentleman give grief hand hath hear heart heaven Hecate hell HENRY CHETTLE honour Jacin king kiss Lady Lamb Lamb's live look lord madam Massinger methinks Mont mother murder Mustapha ne'er never night noble Ovid pardon passion Phao pity play pleasure poets poor pray prince prithee Queen revenge rich Samuel Daniel Sapho scorn Shakspeare sleep Solym sorrow soul speak spirit sweet Tamburlaine tears tell thee there's thine things THOMAS HEYWOOD THOMAS MIDDLETON thou art thou hast thoughts thyself TRAGEDY unto virtue weep wife WILLIAM ROWLEY witch words
Popular passages
Page 302 - Black spirits and white, red spirits and gray, Mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may! Titty, Tiffin, Keep it stiff in; Firedrake, Puckey, Make it lucky; Liard, Robin, You must bob in. Round, around, around, about, about! All ill come running in, all good keep out!
Page 64 - I see my tragedy written in thy brows. Yet stay a while, forbear thy bloody hand, And let me see the stroke before it comes, That even then when I shall lose my life, My mind may be more steadfast on my God. Light. What means your highness to mistrust me thus ! Edw.
Page 46 - I'll have them read me strange philosophy And tell the secrets of all foreign kings; I'll have them wall all Germany with brass, And make swift Rhine circle fair Wittenberg, I'll have them fill the public schools...
Page 56 - Barabas is a mere monster brought in with a large painted nose to please the rabble. He kills in sport, poisons whole nunneries, invents infernal machines. He is just such an exhibition as a century or two earlier might have been played before the Londoners " by the royal command," when a general pillage and massacre of the Hebrews had been previously resolved on in the cabinet.
Page 159 - For I do mean To have a list of wives and concubines Equal with Solomon, who had the stone Alike with me ; and I will make me a back With the elixir that shall be as tough As Hercules, to encounter fifty a night.
Page 45 - If we say that we have' no sin we deceive ourselves, and there's no truth in us." Why, then, belike we must sin, and so consequently die. Ay, we must die an everlasting death. What doctrine call you this, Che ser& sera, "What will be, shall be?
Page 69 - My love is fair, my love is gay, As fresh as bin the flowers in May, And of my love my roundelay, My merry, merry, merry roundelay Concludes with Cupid's curse: They that do change old love for new, Pray Gods they change for worse.
Page 303 - Shakspeare have neither child of their own, nor seem to be descended from any parent. They are foul anomalies, of whom we know not whence they are sprung, nor whether they have beginning or ending. As they are without human passions, so they seem to be without human relations. They come with thunder and lightning, and vanish to airy music. This is all we know of them. Except Hecate, they have no names ; which heightens their mysteriousness.
Page 155 - I'll change All that is metal, in my house, to gold: And, early in the morning, will I send To all the plumbers and the pewterers, And buy their tin and lead up ; and to Lothbury For all the copper.
Page 151 - s there ? CORVINO, a Merchant, enters. Mos. Signior Corvino ! come most wish'd for ! O, How happy were you, if you knew it, now ! Corv. Why ? what ? wherein ? Mos. The tardy hour is come, sir. Corv. He is not dead ? Mos. Not dead, sir, but as good ; He knows no man. Corv. How shall I do then ? Mos. Why, sir ? Corv.