The Dramatic Works and Poems of James Shirley, Now First Collected: The grateful servant. The traitor. Love's cruelty. Love in a maze. The bird in a cage. Hyde Park (Google eBook)
J. Murray, 1833
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Page 303 - Thence first came up the title of Blank Verse ; — You know, sir, what Blank signifies ; — when the sense, First framed, is tied with adjectives like points, Hang't, 'tis pedantic vulgar poetry. Let children, when they versify, stick here And there, these piddling words for want of matter. Poets write masculine numbers.
Page 303 - But, for all that, Those words would sound more full, methinks, that are not So larded, and if I might counsel you, You should compose a sonnet clean without them : A row of stately substantives would march Like Switzers, and bear all the field before them ; Carry their weight, show fair, like deeds enroll'd, Not writs, that are first made, and after filled.
Page 29 - The sun's loved flower, that shuts his yellow curtain When he declineth, opens it again At his fair rising : with my parting lord I closed all my delight — till his approach It shall not spread itself.
Page 181 - Let me look upon My sister now ; still she retains her beauty, Death has been kind to leave her all this sweetness. Thus in a morning have I oft saluted My sister in her chamber, sat upon Her bed, and talked of many harmless passages ; But now 'tis night, and a long night with her, I ne'er shall see these curtains drawn again, Until we meet in Heaven.
Page 474 - Car. You will join issue presently, without your council, You may be o'erthrown ; take heed, I have known , wives That have been o'erthrown in their own case, and after Nonsuited too, that's twice to be undone.
Page 164 - Your hearts were promis'd, but he ne'er had mine. Am not I wretched too ? Ami. Alas, poor maid ! We two keep sorrow alive then ; but I prithee, When thou art married, love him, prithee love him, For he esteems thee well ; and once a day Give him a kiss for me : but do not tell him 'Twas Twas my desire ; perhaps 'twill fetch a sigh From him, and I had rather break my heart.
Page 165 - To one whom you have all heard talk of; Your fathers knew him well: one, who will never Give cause I should suspect him to forsake me ; A constant lover, one whose lips, though cold, Distil chaste kisses : though our bridal bed Be not adorn'd with roses, 'twill be green ; We shall have virgin laurel, cypress, yew, To make us garlands...
Page 179 - His soul acquainted ? can he less than tremble, When I lift up my arm to wound his counterfeit ? Witches can persecute the lives of whom They hate, when they torment their senseless figures, And stick the waxen model full of pins. Can any stroke of mine carry less spell To wound his heart, sent with as great a malice ? He smiles, he smiles upon me ! I will dig Thy wanton eyes out, and supply the dark And hollow cells with two pitch-burning tapers ; Then place thee porter in some charnel-house, To...
Page 184 - Hang a prodigious meteor all thy life., And when by some as bloody hand as thine Thy soul is ebbing forth, it shall descend In flaming drops upon thee : oh, I faint ! — Thou flattering world, farewell ! let princes gather My dust into a glass, and learn to spend Their hour of state, that's all they have ; for when That's out, Time never turns the glass agen.
Page 450 - Thou hast reliev'd me. — Hadst thou died before By our command, it would have been thought tyranny, Though none durst tell us so ; now we have argument Of justice, and our every breath is law, To speak thee dead at once. We shall not need To study a divorce, thy second exile Shall be eternal — Death.