Christopher Marlowe: Outlines of His Life and WorksW.W. Gibbings, 1891 - Počet stran: 28 |
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Strana 15 - Faust. Was this the face that launched a thousand ships And burnt the topless towers of Ilium ? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss. [Kisses her. Her lips suck forth my soul ; see where it flies T— Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again.
Strana 17 - Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel-bough, That sometime grew within this learned man. Faustus is gone: regard his hellish fall, Whose fiendful fortune may exhort the wise, Only to wonder at unlawful things, Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits To practise more than heavenly power permits.
Strana 17 - from me, and I be changed Unto some brutish beast ! all beasts are happy, For, when they die. Their souls are soon dissolved in elements ; But mine must live, still to be plagued in hell. Curst be the parents that engendered me ! No, Faustus : curse thyself : curse Lucifer That hath deprived thee of the joys of
Strana 9 - What is beauty, saith my sufferings, then ? If all the pens that ever poets held Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts, And every sweetness that inspired their hearts, Their minds, and muses on admired themes ; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their
Strana 27 - Next Marlowe, bathed in the Thespian springs, Had in him those brave translunary things That the first poets had ; his raptures were All air and fire which made his verses clear; For that fine madness still he did retain, Which rightly should possess a poet's brain.
Strana 23 - K. Edw. I am too weak and feeble to resist:— Assist me, sweet God, and receive my soul! Light. Run for the table. K. Edw. O spare me, or despatch me in a trice. [MATREVIS brings in a table. King Edward is murdered by holding him down on the bed with the table and stamping
Strana 15 - death ? And hath not he that built the walls of Thebes With ravishing sound of his melodious harp, Made music with my Mephistophilis ? Why should I die then, or b'asely despair ? I am resolved : Faustus shall ne'er repent— Come, Mephistophilis, let us dispute again, And argue of divine astrology.
Strana 23 - Light. You're overwatched, my lord ; lie down and rest. K. Edw. But that grief keeps me waking, I should sleep ; For not these ten days have these eye-lids closed. Now as I speak they fall, and yet with fear Open again. O wherefore sitt'st thou here ? Light. If you mistrust me, I'll begone, my lord. Light. He sleeps.
Strana 26 - ANSWER BY SIR WALTER RALEIGH. If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee, and be thy love. But time drives flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage and rocks grow cold, Then Philomel becometh dumb, And age complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To
Strana 16 - If thou wilt not have mercy on my soul, Yet for Christ's sake whose blood hath ransomed me. Impose some end to my incessant pain ; Let Faustus live in hell a thousand years A hundred thousand, and—at last—be saved ! \The