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... looks very like an impoverished descendant of theirs . In Spain it was otherwise . There the old Mo- ralities and Mysteries of the Church Festivals are renewed and perpetuated in the Autos Sacramen- tales of Calderon , but ensouled with ...
... looks very like an impoverished descendant of theirs . In Spain it was otherwise . There the old Mo- ralities and Mysteries of the Church Festivals are renewed and perpetuated in the Autos Sacramen- tales of Calderon , but ensouled with ...
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... find myself thinking that if this hardening process should go much farther , it is before us , and not behind , that we should look for the Age of Flint . II MARLOWE I SHALL preface what I have to say THE OLD ENGLISH DRAMATISTS 27.
... find myself thinking that if this hardening process should go much farther , it is before us , and not behind , that we should look for the Age of Flint . II MARLOWE I SHALL preface what I have to say THE OLD ENGLISH DRAMATISTS 27.
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... look a little more closely at Mar- lowe as a dramatist . Here also he has an impor- tance less for what he accomplished than for what he suggested to others . Not only do I think that Shakespeare's verse caught some hints from his , but ...
... look a little more closely at Mar- lowe as a dramatist . Here also he has an impor- tance less for what he accomplished than for what he suggested to others . Not only do I think that Shakespeare's verse caught some hints from his , but ...
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... look on them , - Here , here ! Now , sweet God of Heaven , Make me despise this transitory pomp , And sit for aye enthronized in Heaven ! Come , Death , and with thy fingers close my eyes , Or , if I live , let me forget myself ...
... look on them , - Here , here ! Now , sweet God of Heaven , Make me despise this transitory pomp , And sit for aye enthronized in Heaven ! Come , Death , and with thy fingers close my eyes , Or , if I live , let me forget myself ...
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... look not so fierce on me ! Adders and serpents , let me breathe awhile . Ugly Hell , gape not . Come not , Lucifer ! I'll burn my books . Ah , Mephistophilis ! " " It remains to say a few words of Marlowe's poem of " Hero and Leander ...
... look not so fierce on me ! Adders and serpents , let me breathe awhile . Ugly Hell , gape not . Come not , Lucifer ! I'll burn my books . Ah , Mephistophilis ! " " It remains to say a few words of Marlowe's poem of " Hero and Leander ...
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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.