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... King Darius , who has just dismissed all his captains and governors of cities and satraps , after a royal feast , sends couriers gal- loping after them to order them all back again , be- cause he has found a riddle under his pillow ...
... King Darius , who has just dismissed all his captains and governors of cities and satraps , after a royal feast , sends couriers gal- loping after them to order them all back again , be- cause he has found a riddle under his pillow ...
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... king moves pity and terror beyond any scene , ancient or modern , with which I am ac- quainted . " His tragedy of " Dido , Queen of Car- thage , " is also regularly plotted out , and is also somewhat tedious . Yet there are many touches ...
... king moves pity and terror beyond any scene , ancient or modern , with which I am ac- quainted . " His tragedy of " Dido , Queen of Car- thage , " is also regularly plotted out , and is also somewhat tedious . Yet there are many touches ...
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... kings from captivity . This is the ware wherein consists my wealth : Infinite riches in a little room . " This is the very poetry of avarice . Let us now look a little more closely at Mar- lowe as a dramatist . Here also he has an impor ...
... kings from captivity . This is the ware wherein consists my wealth : Infinite riches in a little room . " This is the very poetry of avarice . Let us now look a little more closely at Mar- lowe as a dramatist . Here also he has an impor ...
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... king is finely indicated . The Bishop of Winchester has come to demand the crown ; Edward takes it off , and says : " Here , take my crown ; the life of Edward too : Two kings of England cannot reign at once . But stay awhile : let me be ...
... king is finely indicated . The Bishop of Winchester has come to demand the crown ; Edward takes it off , and says : " Here , take my crown ; the life of Edward too : Two kings of England cannot reign at once . But stay awhile : let me be ...
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... king ? I'll not resign , but , whilst I live , be king ! " Then , after a short further parley : - " Here , receive my crown . Receive it ? No ; these innocent hands of mine Shall not be guilty of so foul a crime : He of you all that ...
... king ? I'll not resign , but , whilst I live , be king ! " Then , after a short further parley : - " Here , receive my crown . Receive it ? No ; these innocent hands of mine Shall not be guilty of so foul a crime : He of you all that ...
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Page 15 - 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...
Page 37 - Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts, And every sweetness that inspired their hearts, Their minds, and muses on admired themes ; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit ; If these had made one poem's period, And all combined in beauty's worthiness, Yet should there hover in their restless heads One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the least, Which into words no virtue can...
Page 130 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Page 40 - The reluctant pangs of abdicating royalty in Edward furnished hints, which Shakspeare scarcely improved in his Richard the Second ; and the death-scene of Marlowe's king moves pity and terror beyond any scene, ancient or modern, with which I am acquainted.
Page 50 - I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates; I'll have them read me strange philosophy And tell the secrets of all foreign kings...
Page 75 - Call for the robin-red-breast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm And (when gay tombs are robbed) sustain no harm, But keep the wolf far thence that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again.
Page 49 - All things that move between the quiet poles Shall be at my command : emperors and kings Are but obeyed in their several provinces, Nor can they raise the wind or rend the clouds ; But his dominion that exceeds in this Stretcheth as far as doth the mind of man, A sound magician is a mighty god : Here, Faustus, tire thy brains to gain a deity.
Page 37 - Our souls, whose faculties can comprehend The wondrous architecture of the world, And measure every wandering planet's course, Still climbing after knowledge infinite, And always moving as the restless spheres, Wills us to wear ourselves, and never rest, Until we reach the ripest fruit of all, That perfect bliss and sole felicity, The sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
Page 51 - Ah, rend not my heart for naming of my Christ, Yet will I call on him: O spare me, Lucifer! Where is it now? 'tis gone: And see where God Stretcheth out his arm and bends his ireful brows! Mountains and hills, come, come, and fall on me, And hide me from the heavy wrath of God ! No, no.
Page 105 - Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription: then, let fall Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man. But yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Your high-engender'd battles 'gainst a head So old and white as this.