English Literature During the Lifetime of ShakespeareH. Holt, 1910 - 486 Seiten |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
actors appeared Arcadia Astrophel and Stella Bacon Beaumont beauty Ben Jonson Bible Cæsar called Chapman character chronicle chronicle play classical comedy conceit contemporary court Daniel death Dekker Donne drama dramatist Drayton earlier eclogues edition Elizabeth Elizabethan England English epigram Essays Euphues Euphuism Faery Queen Fletcher folio Gorboduc hand hath Henry Heywood honor humor imitation Italian John Jonson Julius Cæsar King James later Latin learned less literary literature London Lyly Lyly's lyric madrigal Marlowe Marlowe's Marston masque matter Mirror for Magistrates moral Nash nature original pamphlets passion pastoral personages plays poem poet poetical poetry popular printed prose reign repr Richard Richard III romantic satire Shake Shakespeare Shepherds Sidney Sidney's songs sonnets Spanish Spanish Tragedy Spenser spirit stage stanza story style sweet Tamburlaine theaters thee things Thomas thou thought tion tragedy translation verse words writing written
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 367 - Her pure and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, That one might almost say her body thought.
Seite 247 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed : Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace : Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Seite 353 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Seite 170 - These are the forgeries of jealousy : And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturb
Seite 205 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Seite 136 - Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage, And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
Seite 133 - Death, be not proud though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so, For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures...
Seite 31 - Having this day, my horse, my hand, my lance, Guided so well that I obtained the prize, Both by the judgment of the English eyes, And of some sent from that sweet enemy, — France...
Seite 146 - Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Seite 5 - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet...