American Journal of Philology

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Basil Lanneau Gildersleeve, Charles William Emil Miller, Tenney Frank, Benjamin Dean Meritt, Henry Thompson Rowell, Harold Fredrik Cherniss
Johns Hopkins University Press, 1895 - Classical philology
Features articles about literary interpretation and history, textual criticism, historical investigation, epigraphy, religion, linguistics, and philosophy. Serves as a forum for international exchange among classicists and philologists.
 

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Page 283 - Think, when we talk of horses, that you see them Printing their proud hoofs i' the receiving earth; For ‘tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings, Carry them here and there; jumping o'er times, Turning the accomplishment of many years Into an hour glass: for the which supply Admit me Chorus to this history.
Page 281 - describes Prince Henry: I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like featherd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Page 281 - cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like featherd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship. ‘A
Page 285 - story, with Sir John in it, and make you merry with fair Katharine of France: where, for any thing I know, Falstaff shall die of a sweat, unless already a' be killed with your hard opinions; for Oldcastle died a martyr, and this is not the man.
Page 284 - the poor jades Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips, The gum downroping from their paledead eyes, And in their pale dull mouths the gimmal bit Lies foul with chew'd grass, still and motionless; And their executors, the knavish crows, Fly o'er them, all impatient for their hour.
Page 284 - Big Mars seems bankrupt in their beggar'd host And faintly through a rusty beaver peeps: The horsemen sit like fixed candlesticks, With torchstaves in their hand; and the poor jades Lob down their heads, dropping the hides and hips, The gum downroping from their paledead eyes, And in their pale dull mouths the
Page 286 - For many a thousand widows Shall this his mock mock out of their dear husbands, Mock mothers from their sons, mock castles down; And some are yet ungotten and unborn That shall have cause to curse the Dauphin's scorn.
Page 279 - i): Mrs. Ford. If I would but go to hell for an eternal moment or so, I could be knighted. Mrs. Page. What? thou liest! Sir Alice Ford! These knights will hack; and so thou shouldst not alter the article of thy gentry. Sir
Page 281 - The tide of blood in me Hath proudly flowed in vanity till now; Now doth it turn, and ebb back to the sea; Where it shall mingle with the state of floods, And flow henceforth in formal majesty.
Page 280 - ‘Good faith, this same soberblooded boy doth not love me; nor a man cannot make him laugh; but that's no marvel, he drinks no wine. There's never none of these demure boys come to any proof.'

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