Christopher Marlowe: Outlines of His Life and WorksW.W. Gibbings, 1891 - 28 pages |
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... sweet fruition of an earthly crown . " What blank verse afterwards became in the hands of Shakespeare and Milton - how it expanded in the one so as to express the whole gamut of human emotions , and how it swelled in the other to organ ...
... sweet fruition of an earthly crown . " What blank verse afterwards became in the hands of Shakespeare and Milton - how it expanded in the one so as to express the whole gamut of human emotions , and how it swelled in the other to organ ...
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... sweet and curious harmony , The God that tunes this music to our souls , Holds out his hand in highest majesty To entertain divine Zenocrate . Then let some holy trance convey my thoughts Up to the palace of th ' empyreal Heaven , That ...
... sweet and curious harmony , The God that tunes this music to our souls , Holds out his hand in highest majesty To entertain divine Zenocrate . Then let some holy trance convey my thoughts Up to the palace of th ' empyreal Heaven , That ...
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... sweet being I repose my life , Whose heavenly presence , beautified with health , Gives light to Phoebus and the fixèd stars ! Whose absence makes the sun and moon as dark As when , opposed in one diameter , Their spheres are mounted on ...
... sweet being I repose my life , Whose heavenly presence , beautified with health , Gives light to Phoebus and the fixèd stars ! Whose absence makes the sun and moon as dark As when , opposed in one diameter , Their spheres are mounted on ...
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... sweet Theridamas ! say so no more ; Though she be dead , yet let me think she lives , And feed my mind that dies for want of her , Where'er her soul be , thou [ To the body ] shalt stay with me , Embalmed with cassia , ambergris , and ...
... sweet Theridamas ! say so no more ; Though she be dead , yet let me think she lives , And feed my mind that dies for want of her , Where'er her soul be , thou [ To the body ] shalt stay with me , Embalmed with cassia , ambergris , and ...
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... sweet pleasure conquered deep despair . Have not I made blind Homer sing to me Of Alexander's love and non's death ? And hath not he that built the walls of Thebes With ravishing sound of his melodious harp , Made music with my ...
... sweet pleasure conquered deep despair . Have not I made blind Homer sing to me Of Alexander's love and non's death ? And hath not he that built the walls of Thebes With ravishing sound of his melodious harp , Made music with my ...
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66 Guise admired Angel arms art thou awhile Barabas beauty beds of roses Ben Jonson blank verse blood breast brows buzzeth Cæsar Canterbury CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE OUTLINES clock Damascus doth dramatic poet dramatist earth English drama entertain divine Zenocrate Exeunt eyes fair Zenocrate fame Faustus personified fear fiend fiery flesh genius Gives jewels glorious Gorboduc Göthe's grief harbour Hast thou hath heart heavenly Helen hell Hero and Leander horse human immortal Jew of Malta King King's School kiss Light live look lord Lucifer Marlowe's character Marlowe's tragedy MATREVIS Melodious Mephistophilis mighty mind murder ne'er never passion pity play pleasure poem poet's poetic poetry prose proud queen REC'D LD repent rhyme rich scene of Marlowe's Shakespeare Shylock sing sleep soul stars straw and ivy-buds strikes sweet Tamb TAMBUR Tamburlaine Tenedos thee Theridamas Third Murd thou art thousand thy love Troy Villain wanton whilst words wound written youth
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Page 16 - Oh! thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars...
Page 26 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither — soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy-buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, — All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy Love.
Page 25 - THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE COME live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dales and fields, Or woods or steepy mountain yields.
Page 15 - Was this the face that launched a thousand ships And burnt the topless towers of Ilium ! Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss ! Her lips suck forth my soul ! See where it flies ! Come Helen, come give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for Heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
Page 16 - Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of Heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come; Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again and make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but A year, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul! O lente, lente, currite noctis equi!
Page 24 - It lies not in our power to love, or hate, For will in us is overruled by fate. When two are stript, long ere the course begin, We wish that one should lose, the other win; And one especially do we affect Of two gold ingots, like in each respect. The reason no man knows; let it suffice, What we behold is censured by our eyes.
Page 22 - Tell Isabel, the queen, I looked not thus, When for her sake I ran at tilt in France, And there unhorsed the Duke of Cleremont.
Page 17 - O, it strikes, it strikes ! Now, body, turn to air, Or Lucifer will bear thee quick to hell. [ Thunder and lightning. O soul, be changed into little water-drops, And fall into the ocean — ne'er be found.
Page 25 - A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull ; Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. A belt of straw and ivy buds, With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Page 16 - That when you vomit forth into the air, My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths, So that my soul may but ascend to Heaven.