The Poetical Works of Richard Crashaw and Quarles' EmblemsJ. Nichol, 1857 - 368 páginas |
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angels art thou BALT beams BEAT beauty behold Benedick BERN Bettris blood blush breast breath bright brother canst Claudio Crashaw crown Cupid dark dart dear death delight desire Don John Don Lewis dost doth DUKE earth EDWARD BENLOWES EPIG eternal ev'ry eyes face fair faith false fear FERD fire flames flesh fool FRANCIS QUARLES give glorious glory goeth grace grief hand hath heart Heaven honour hope Illustration-One ISAB Jodelet joys Julius Cæsar kiss light live look LORD love's lovers Lucilla Lucio lust mercy ne'er never night pleasure poet poor pow'r pray Provost Quarles SANCH seek seraphim shade shalt Signior sing smile snares soft sorrow soul speak STEPH sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thoughts thyself VERSICLE vex'd VIOL VIOLA wanton weep wings wound
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Página 433 - em. Caliban. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me and mad'st much of me, wouldst give me Water with berries in't, and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
Página 336 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest. I see thee still ; And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before.— There's no such thing: It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes.
Página 464 - And mine shall'. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?
Página 361 - What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger; Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble...
Página 161 - tis too horrible. The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury *, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Página 356 - Ere we will eat our meal in fear and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly: better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
Página 338 - God bless us!" and "Amen" the other: As they had seen me with these hangman's hands. Listening their fear, I could not say "Amen" When they did say "God bless us!" Lady M. Consider it not so deeply. Macb. But wherefore could not I pronounce "Amen?" I had most need of blessing, and "Amen
Página 336 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw.
Página 334 - When Duncan is asleep — Whereto the rather shall his day's hard journey Soundly invite him — his two chamberlains Will I with wine and wassail so convince That memory, the warder of the brain, Shall be a fume, and the receipt of reason A limbeck only...
Página xi - For contemplation he and valour form'd; For softness she, and sweet attractive grace; He for God only, she for God in him...