The Variorum and Definitive Edition of the Poetical and Prose Writings of Edward Fitzgerald: Including a Complete Bibliography and Interesting Personal and Literary Notes, Volume 4

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Doubleday, Page and Company, 1902
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Page 32 - He who far off beholds another dancing, Even one who dances best, and all the time Hears not the music that he dances to, Thinks him a madman, apprehending not The law that rules his else eccentric action. So he that's in himself insensible Of love's sweet influence, misjudges him Who moves according to love's melody : And knowing not that all these sighs and tears, Ejaculations, and impatiences, Are necessary changes of a measure, Which the divine musician plays, may call The lover crazy; which...
Page 104 - Highness' justice. Prince. Be it so. Meanwhile-— Juan. Meanwhile, my lord, let me depart; Free, if you will, or not. But let me go, Nor wound these fathers with the sight of one, Who has cut off the blossom of their age: Yea, and his own, more miserable than all. They know me; that I am a gentleman, Not cruel, nor without what seem'd due cause Put on this bloody business of my honour; Which having done, I will be answerable Here and elsewhere, to all for all. Prince. Depart In peace. Juan. In peace!...
Page 347 - ... have killed this popinjay. Lope. What, sir, a captain in his Majesty's service ? Cres. Ay, a general, if he insulted me. Lope. I tell you, whoever lays his little finger on the humblest private in the regiment, I'll hang him. Cres. And I tell you, whoever points his little finger at my honour, I'll cut him down before hanging. Lope. Know you not, you are bound by your allegiance to submit ? Cres. To all cost of property, yes ; but of honour, no, no, no ! My goods and chattels, ay, and my life...
Page 261 - Tis long Since we have met. How fare you? Men. How but well, On whom your royal favour shines so fair ! King. Enough. You must be weary. For to-day Go rest yourself, Chief Justice. And to-morrow We'll talk together. I have much to tell, And much to ask of you. Men. Your Highness knows How all my powers are at your sole command, And only well employ'd in doing it. [Exit KING with Train.
Page 23 - Think it not strange that so far back I trace The first beginnings of another love, Whose last sigh having now to breathe, whose last Farewell to sigh, and whose deceased hopes In one last obsequy to commemorate, I tell it over to you point by point From first to last — by such full utterance My pent up soul perchance may find relief.
Page 115 - Elvira just gave me. Ces. A letter ! Give it me. How long have you had it ? Laz. I looked for you first at the Prince's. Ces. Where I was not ? Laz. You know it ! I am always looking for what cannot be found in time. But if you like the letter I shall claim my largess for all that. Ces. Ah ! what does she say ? Laz. The folly, now, of a man with his watch in his hand asking other people for the time of day ! Ces. My heart fails me. Even if your news be good it comes late. [He reads the letter. Laz....
Page 62 - Yes, sir, here I sit, enjoying the cool air that blows Up from the shore among the whispering leaves. Luis. What better? but, Porcia, it grows late, And chilly, I think: and though I'd have you here Singing like a nightingale the whole night through, It must not be. Will you come in ? [Exit.
Page 176 - What says she? Anna. All she could At the first blush — nothing — and that means all : Go to her, and press out the lingering Yes That lives, they say, in silence. Fel. Oh, my sister ! But who comes here? Enter CESAR and LAZARO. Ces. (giving the letter). I, Felix. This must be My warrant — from the Prince. Oh misery ! Fel. I thank you, Cesar. (Reads.) "Because happiness is the less welcome when anticipated, I have hitherto withheld from you, that he to whom I have engaged your sister's hand,...
Page 419 - ... too late For wary me to wear love's cap and bells. Juan. Since we must do your bidding on this score, We'll e'en make you do ours upon another, And make you tell us, as you promis'd both, And owe to me — what, when our Queen was landed, You fine folks of Madrid did in her honour.

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