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AMARYLLO Art thou Au voleur bauble beaming beauty Ben Jonson Beshrew Bishop of Puy blest blooming blushing bosom breast breath bright brow CARACCI Careless Shepherdess celebrated cheeks cousin CYNTHIA daughter devil dost thou doth Du Cange Duke Duke of Florence ears Enter Ereunt Erinna ev'n Ev’n Exit eyes Faenza fair Farewell father feel Florence fond fool FRANCIS gaze gold hath heart Heav'n Hector HILA RIO HILARION holy honour ISABEL kiss lady laughing LEONTINE lips Livorno look Lord Faenza love's MARY L.L.O. monks ne'er noble numbers o'er palmer passage pilgrim pilgrimages poets poor pow'r priest Prince Prithee Provencal R A CCI ROSANNA saints Sappho says SCENE shew sigh SIR JASPER sir knight smile soft Sordello soul star sweet sword thee thine thou art thou hast THRASO tongue Troubadours unto venom'd weeping wended word wouldst thou wretch young youth
Page 252 - O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Page 241 - ... 1 suo infiammato viso fan biancheggiando i bei sudor pi¨ vivo: qual raggio in onda, le scintilla un riso ne gli umidi occhi tremulo e lascivo. Sovra lui pende; ed ei nel grembo molle le posa il capo, e '1 volto al volto attolle, ei famelici sguardi avidamente in lei pascendo si consuma e strugge.
Page 238 - Yes, in the days of Tarleton and Kemp, Before the stage was purged from barbarism, And brought to the perfection it now shines with. Then fools and jesters spent their wits, because The poets were wise enough to save their own For profitabler uses.
Page 229 - Blest as the immortal gods is he, The youth who fondly sits by thee, And hears and sees thee all the while Softly speak and sweetly smile.
Page 253 - Of Englelond, to Canterbury they wende, The holy blisful martyr for to seke, That hem hath holpen, whan that they were seke.
Page 249 - In quella parte della terra prava Italica, che siede intra Rialto E le fontane di Brenta e di Piava, Si leva un colle, e non surge molt' alto, LÓ onde scese giÓ una facella, Che fece alla contrada grande assalto.
Page 207 - Per correr miglior acqua alza le vele Omai la navicella del mio ingegno , Che lascia dietro a se mar si crudele : E canter˛ di quel secondo regno Ove l' umano spirito si purga E di salire al ciel diventa degno.
Page 240 - CROWNED with flowers I saw fair Amaryllis By Thyrsis sit, hard by a fount of crystal; And with her hand, more white than snow or lilies, On sand she wrote, ' My faith shall be immortal' : And suddenly a storm of wind and weather Blew all her faith and sand away together.
Page 236 - I've laugh'd Until I cr"yd again, to see what faces The rogue will make. Oh ! it does me good To see him hold out's chin, hang down his hands, And twirle his bawble. There is nere a part About him but breaks jests. I heard a fellow Once on the stage, cry doodle doodle dooe Beyond compare ; I'de give th' other shilling To see him act the Changling once again.