Christopher MarloweVizetelly, 1887 - 430 pages |
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... mighty edifice of literary art . Little at this period had been accomplished in pure poetry . It is true that Wyat , Surrey and Sidney had accli- matized the sonnet ; that blank verse had been introduced ; and that Spenser was just ...
... mighty edifice of literary art . Little at this period had been accomplished in pure poetry . It is true that Wyat , Surrey and Sidney had accli- matized the sonnet ; that blank verse had been introduced ; and that Spenser was just ...
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... mighty line " is the chief creation of English literary art ; Shakespeare absorbed it , and gave it out again with its familiar cadences in Romeo and Juliet , and later with many broad and lovely modifications . It has become the life ...
... mighty line " is the chief creation of English literary art ; Shakespeare absorbed it , and gave it out again with its familiar cadences in Romeo and Juliet , and later with many broad and lovely modifications . It has become the life ...
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... mighty conquerors , That , in their prowess and their policies , Have triumphed over Afric and the bounds Of Europe , where the sun scarce dares appear For freezing meteors and congealed cold , Now to be ruled and governed by a man At.
... mighty conquerors , That , in their prowess and their policies , Have triumphed over Afric and the bounds Of Europe , where the sun scarce dares appear For freezing meteors and congealed cold , Now to be ruled and governed by a man At.
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... mighty host , Pass into Græcia , as did Cyrus once , And cause them to withdraw their forces home , Lest you subdue the pride of Christendom . [ Trumpet within . Cos . But , Menaphon , what means this trumpet's sound ? Men . Behold , my ...
... mighty host , Pass into Græcia , as did Cyrus once , And cause them to withdraw their forces home , Lest you subdue the pride of Christendom . [ Trumpet within . Cos . But , Menaphon , what means this trumpet's sound ? Men . Behold , my ...
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... mighty Prince Cosroe , We , in the name of other Persian States 1 And Commons of the mighty monarchy , Present thee with the imperial diadem . Cen . The warlike soldiers and the gentlemen , That heretofore have filled Persepolis With ...
... mighty Prince Cosroe , We , in the name of other Persian States 1 And Commons of the mighty monarchy , Present thee with the imperial diadem . Cen . The warlike soldiers and the gentlemen , That heretofore have filled Persepolis With ...
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Abig Abigail ANIPPE arms Bajazeth Barabas bassoes blood brave Calymath Christians conquered crown Damascus death devil Doctor Faustus doth earth Emperor Enter Exeunt Exit fair Farewell father Faustus fear Fern FERNEZE Friar friends Gaveston give gold governor grace hath heart Heaven hell honour Isab Itha Ithamore J. A. SYMONDS Jew of Malta Jove Kent KING EDWARD King of Fez Knight Lancaster live Lodowick look lord Lucifer madam Mahomet majesty Malta Marlowe Marlowe's master Master Doctor Mathias Meph Mephistophilis mighty Natolia never Persian Pilia pity princely queen Re-enter SCENE Schol Scythian sirrah slave soldiers soul speak Spen Spencer stay sweet sword Tamb Tamburlaine Tech Techelles tell thee Ther Theridamas thine thou art thou shalt thousand thyself traitor Turk unto Usum USUMCASANE villain words Zeno Zenocrate
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Page 228 - Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel bough, That sometime grew within this learned man. Faustus is gone : regard his hellish fall, Whose fiendful fortune may exhort the wise Only to wonder at unlawful things, Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits To practise more than heavenly power permits.
Page iv - 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 223 - 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 xxxiv - If all the pens that ever poets held 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...
Page xxxv - Is it not brave to be a king, Techelles? Usumcasane and Theridamas, Is it not passing brave to be a king, "And ride in triumph through Persepolis?
Page 185 - Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it. Think'st thou that I, who saw the face of God, And tasted the eternal joys of heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells, In being depriv'd of everlasting bliss? O, Faustus, leave these frivolous demands, Which strike a terror to my fainting soul!
Page 227 - ... 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 ! 0 lente, lente, currite noctis equi! The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, The Devil will come, and Faustus must be damned.
Page xxxv - 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, Will 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 415 - And there in mire and puddle have I stood This ten days' space ; and, lest that I should sleep, One plays continually upon a drum. They give me bread and water, being a king ; So that, for want of sleep and sustenance, My mind's distempered, and my body's numb'd, And whether I have limbs or no I know not.
Page xxxiv - 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...