Angelo: a tragedy, rendered into Engl. verse, with notes [&c.] by E.O. Coe |
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Alexandre Dumas ANAFESTO ANGELO Antiochus BLACK BLACK PAGE Bragadini Brescia CATARINA chamber cheval Cleopatra comedy Corneille Crucifix curtains DAFNE dare dear death door English enter expression Ezzelino fear feel feminine rhymes French dramatic poetry French tragic French verse genius give goes happy hear heart Heaven HOMODEI hour husband jealous kill LA TISBE language laws leave listen live look lord Madam Malipieri masculine rhymes means mind Molière Molino Bridge ne'er never NIGHT WATCH noble o'er Oratory Padua Palace pardon passion PATRIARCH phial pity Podesta poet poetic poison poniard pray Prie-Dieu Primicerio prose Proveditor reader REGINELLA rhymes Rodogune RODOLFO Romano Sbirros SCENE secret Séleucus Shakespeare sleep soul speak sure tell Théâtre Français thee thou thought TISBE told tragedy true truth Twas Twill Venetian Venice Victor Hugo vowels wife woman words
Beliebte Passagen
Seite xxxiv - Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Seite liii - Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks ! rage ! blow ! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks ! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head ! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o...
Seite xx - Va faire l'un sujet, et l'autre souverain. Mais n'admirez-vous point que cette même reine Le donne pour époux à l'objet de sa haine, Et n'en doit faire un roi qu'afin de couronner Celle que dans les fers elle aimoit à gêner?
Seite xxxix - How absolute the knave is ! we must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us. By the Lord, Horatio, these three years I have taken note of it ; the age is grown so picked, that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe. — How long hast thou been a grave-maker ? 1 Clo. Of all the days i...
Seite xxxvi - To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more; it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
Seite 121 - Onward we moved, The faithful escort by our side, along The border of the crimson-seething flood, Whence, from those steep'd within, loud shrieks arose. Some there I mark'd, as high as to their brow Immersed, of whom the mighty Centaur thus : " These are the souls of tyrants, who were given To blood and rapine. Here they wail aloud Their merciless wrongs. Here Alexander dwells, And Dionysius fell, who many a year Of woe wrought for fair Sicily. That brow, Whereon the hair so jetty clustering hangs,...