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Pagina 135
... Tis well you tell me so ; I should mistake you For any other part o'the whole creation , Rather than think you man . Hence from my sight , Thou poison to my eyes ! Cre . ' Twas you first poisoned mine ; and SCENE I. 135 OEDIPUS .
... Tis well you tell me so ; I should mistake you For any other part o'the whole creation , Rather than think you man . Hence from my sight , Thou poison to my eyes ! Cre . ' Twas you first poisoned mine ; and SCENE I. 135 OEDIPUS .
Pagina 190
... Oedipus , I have observed in all his acts such truth , And god - like clearness , that , to the last gush Of blood and spirits , I'll defend his life , And here have sworn to perish by his side . Oedip . Be witness , Gods , how near ...
... Oedipus , I have observed in all his acts such truth , And god - like clearness , that , to the last gush Of blood and spirits , I'll defend his life , And here have sworn to perish by his side . Oedip . Be witness , Gods , how near ...
Pagina 193
... Oedipus ! Thy royal father , Polybus , king of Corinth , is no more . Oedip . Ha ! can it be ? Ægeon , answer me ; And speak in short , what my Jocasta's transport May over - do . Ege . Since in few words , my royal lord , you ask To ...
... Oedipus ! Thy royal father , Polybus , king of Corinth , is no more . Oedip . Ha ! can it be ? Ægeon , answer me ; And speak in short , what my Jocasta's transport May over - do . Ege . Since in few words , my royal lord , you ask To ...
Pagina 205
... to do with gods , nor men ; Hence , from my arms , avaunt . Enjoy thy mother ! What , violate , with bestial appetite , The sacred veils that wrapt thee yet unborn !, This is not to be borne ! Hence ; off SCENE I. 205 OEDIPUS .
... to do with gods , nor men ; Hence , from my arms , avaunt . Enjoy thy mother ! What , violate , with bestial appetite , The sacred veils that wrapt thee yet unborn !, This is not to be borne ! Hence ; off SCENE I. 205 OEDIPUS .
Pagina 206
... Oedipus ! Fall darkness then , and everlasting night Shadow the globe ; may the sun never dawn ; The silver moon be blotted from her orb ; And for an universal rout of nature Through all the inmost chambers of the sky , May there not be ...
... Oedipus ! Fall darkness then , and everlasting night Shadow the globe ; may the sun never dawn ; The silver moon be blotted from her orb ; And for an universal rout of nature Through all the inmost chambers of the sky , May there not be ...
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The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes, Volumul 6 John Dryden,Walter Scott Vizualizare completă - 1821 |
The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes, Volumul 6 John Dryden,Walter Scott Vizualizare completă - 1821 |
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Achilles Adrastus Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alph arms Bert Bertran betwixt blood Brain Brainsick Calchas colonel confess Creon Cressida dare daughter dear death Dioc Diom Diomede Dryden Edip Edipus Enter Eurydice Exeunt Exit eyes fate father Aldo fear fool friar Gero ghost give gods Gomez Grecian Hæmon hand hast hear heart heaven Hect Hector honour Jocasta king Laius leave Limb Limberham look lord madam Menelaus mistress murder never Oedip Pand Pandarus passion Patro Patroclus Phor Phorbas pity play Pleas poet Polybus Pray Priam prince queen Raym revenge rogue Saint SCENE Sophocles soul speak sure sword tell Thebans Thebes thee there's Thers Thersites thou art thought Tiresias Torrismond tragedy Trick Tricksy Troil TROILUS AND CRESSIDA Trojan Troy twas Ulys wife Wood Woodall word wretched
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Pagina 229 - For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue: if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by, And leave you hindmost...
Pagina 291 - I am giddy, expectation whirls me round. The imaginary relish is so sweet That it enchants my sense. What will it be When that the watery...
Pagina 264 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Pagina 249 - The first rule which Bossu prescribes to the writer of an heroic poem, and which holds too by the same reason in all dramatic poetry, is to make the moral of the work, that is, to lay down to yourself what that precept of morality shall be, which you would insinuate into the people...
Pagina 261 - I. cannot deny that he has his failings; but they are not so much in the passions themselves as in his manner of expression: he often obscures his meaning by his words, and sometimes makes it unintelligible. I will not say of so great a poet that he distinguished not the blown puffy style from true sublimity; but I may venture to maintain that the fury of his fancy often transported him beyond the bounds of judgment, either in coining of new words and phrases, or racking words which were in use into...
Pagina 313 - Can life be a blessing, Or worth the possessing, Can life be a blessing, if love were away? Ah, no! though our love all night keep us waking, And though he torment us with cares all the day, Yet he sweetens, he sweetens our pains in the taking; There's an hour at the last, there's an hour to repay. In...
Pagina 229 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past, which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
Pagina 194 - E'en wondered at because he dropt no sooner; Fate seemed to wind him up for fourscore years; Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more, Till, like a clock worn out with eating Time, The wheels of weary life at last stood still.
Pagina 252 - A character, or that which distinguishes one man from all others, cannot be supposed to consist of one particular virtue, or vice, or passion only; but 'tis a composition of qualities which are not contrary to one another in the same person...
Pagina 253 - Tis one of the excellencies of Shakespeare that the manners of his persons are generally apparent, and you see their bent and inclinations.