The Works of John Ford, Svazek 1

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Lawrence and Bullen, 1895
 

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Strana cv - Into a pretty anger, that a bird, Whom art had never taught cliffs, moods, or notes, Should vie with him for mastery, whose study Had busied many hours to perfect practice ; To end the controversy, in a rapture Upon his instrument he plays so swiftly So many voluntaries, and so quick That there was curiosity and cunning, Concord in discord, lines of differing method Meeting in one full centre of delight.
Strana xliii - tis most certain, Iras. Saucy lictors Will catch at us, like strumpets ; and scald rhymers Ballad us out o' tune : the quick comedians Extemporally will stage us, and present Our Alexandrian revels : Antony Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness I
Strana cv - Alas, poor creature ! I will soon revenge This cruelty upon the author of it ; Henceforth this lute, guilty of innocent blood, Shall never more betray a harmless peace To an untimely end :" and in that sorrow, As he was pashing* it against a tree, I suddenly stept in.
Strana 241 - Pen. I must leave the world To revel [in] Elysium, and 'tis just To wish my brother some advantage here ; Yet by my best hopes, Ithocles is ignorant Of this pursuit: but if you please to kill him, Lend him one angry look, or one harsh word, And you shall soon conclude how strong a power Your absolute authority holds over His life and end. Cal. You have forgot, Penthea, How still I have a father.
Strana 106 - Sir, you say well, Like a true father ; and, for my part, I, If the young folks can like, ('twixt you and me) Will promise to assure my nephew presently Three thousand florins yearly, during life, And, after I am dead, my whole estate.
Strana xlvii - But view her in her glorious ornaments, Attired in the majesty of art, Set high in spirit with the precious taste Of sweet philosophy...
Strana civ - He could not run division with more art Upon his quaking instrument, than she The nightingale did with her various notes Reply to.
Strana 252 - Sure, if we were all sirens, we should sing pitifully, And 'twere a comely music, when in parts One sung another's knell ; the turtle sighs When he hath lost his mate ; and yet some say He must be dead first : 'tis a fine deceit To pass away in a dream! indeed, I've slept With mine eyes open a great while. No falsehood Equals a broken faith ; there's not a hair Sticks on my head but, like a leaden plummet, It sinks me to the grave : I must creep thither ; The journey is not long.
Strana 170 - And this is one thing that may make latter ages worse than were the former : for the vicious example of ages past, poison the curiosity of these present, affording a hint of sin unto seduceable spirits, and soliciting those unto the imitation of them, whose heads were never so perversely principled as to invent them. In things of this nature silence commendeth History ; 'tis the veniable part of things lost, wherein there must never rise a Pancirollus* nor remain any register but that of Hell."]...
Strana 281 - Sorrows mingled with contents, prepare Rest for care; Love only reigns in death; though art Can find no comfort for a broken heart.

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