The Dramatic Works of Ben Jonson, and Beaumont and Fletcher, 第 4 卷John Stockdale, Piccadilly, 1811 |
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第 509 頁 - Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed save bats and owls! A midnight bell, a parting groan, These are the sounds we feed upon; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley; Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
第 420 頁 - All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key ; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate.
第 356 頁 - Then we will be coy no more, But thy deity adore : Troths at fifteen we will plight, And will tread a dance...
第 405 頁 - Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them : There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke ; When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide ; And, mermaid-like...
第 418 頁 - O you heavenly charmers, What things you make of us ! For what we lack We laugh, for what we have are sorry ; still Are children in some kind.
第 407 頁 - Oh, who can find the bent of woman's fancy ? I am a fool, my reason is lost in me ! I have no choice, and I have lied so lewdly, That women ought to beat me.
第 473 頁 - Yet cousin, Even from the bottom of these miseries, From all that fortune can inflict upon us, I see two comforts rising, two mere blessings, If the gods please to hold here ; a brave patience, And the enjoying of our griefs together. Whilst Palamon is with me, let me perish If I think this our prison. Pal. Certainly Tis a main goodness...
第 461 頁 - Whiles his young master lieth o'er his head. Second, that he do, on no default, Ever presume to sit above the salt. Third that he never change his trencher twice.
第 562 頁 - Peace and silence be the guide To the man, and to the bride ! If there be a joy yet new In marriage, let it fall on you, That all the world may wonder ! If we should stay, we should do worse, And turn our blessing to a curse, By keeping you asunder.
第 412 頁 - O great corrector of enormous times, Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider Of dusty and old titles, that heal'st with blood The earth when it is sick, and cur'st the world O' the plurisy of people ; I do take Thy signs auspiciously, and in thy name To my design march boldly.