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Página 1 - SOMETIME let gorgeous tragedy In sceptered pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage. * • * * • Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest
Página 2 - OB. But we are spirits of another sort. I with the morning's love have oft made sport, And like a forester the groves may tread, Even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red, Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams,
Página 10 - property, To take from thence all error with his might, And make his eyeballs roll with wonted sight. When they next wake, all this derision Shall seem a dream and
Página 2 - priests, keeping their night-watch on the summit of the teocallis, instantly caught the tidings and sounded their shells ; while the huge drum in the desolate temple of the war-god sent forth those solemn tones which, heard only in seasons of calamity, vibrated through every corner of the capital. The Spaniards saw that no time was to be
Página 1 - Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakspere, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild.
Página 44 - Considering the disadvantages inseparable from this part of my subject, I must be understood to have resolved to avoid them as much as possible, by throwing the force of my narrative upon the characters and passions of the actors; those passions common to men in all stages of
Página 22 - His cruell stepdame, seeing what was donne, Her wicked dales with wretched knife did end, In death avowing th' innocence of her sonne. Which hearing, his rash syre began to rend His heare, and hasty tonge that did offend : Tho' gathering up the reliques of his smart, By Diane's means who was Hippolyts
Página 10 - sometime rail thou like Demetrius ; And from each other look thou lead them thus, Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep, With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep ; Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye ; Whose

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