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Page 267 - I sit by and sing, Or gather rushes to make many a ring For thy long fingers...
Page 264 - pastoral tragicomedy," reminding the reader in the preface to the printed edition that " a tragicomedy is not so called in respect of mirth and killing, but in respect it wants deaths, which is enough to make it no tragedy, yet brings some near it, which is enough to make it no comedy...
Page 9 - Do my face (If thou had'st ever feeling of a sorrow) Thus, thus, Antiphila : strive to make me look Like Sorrow's monument ; and the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless ; let the rocks Groan with continual surges ; and behind me, Make all a desolation.
Page 394 - Egyptians, dare ye think your highest pyramids, Built to out-dare the sun, as you suppose, Where your unworthy kings lie raked in ashes, Are monuments fit for him ? No, brood of Nilus, Nothing can cover his high fame, but heaven ; No pyramids set off his memories, But the eternal substance of his greatness, To which I leave him.
Page xxxvii - Which did not stop their courses ; and the sun, Which still, he thank'd him, yielded him his light.
Page 6 - Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; Say I died true: My love was false, but I was firm From my hour of birth. Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth!
Page 30 - Madam ? Are. Will Philaster come ? Lady. Dear madam, you were wont to credit me At first. Are. But didst thou tell me so ? I am forgetful, and my woman's strength Is so...
Page 50 - Your worth and virtue ; and, as I did grow More and more apprehensive, I did thirst To see the man so praised. But yet all this Was but a maiden-longing, to be lost As soon as found ; till, sitting in my window, Printing my thoughts in lawn, I saw a god, I thought, (but it was you,) enter our gates : My blood flew out and back again, as fast As I had...
Page 50 - In presence of you, I had had my end. For this I did delude my noble father With a feigned pilgrimage, and dressed myself In habit of a boy ; and, for I knew My birth no match for you, I was past hope Of having you ; and, understanding well That when I made discovery of my sex I could not stay with you, I made a vow, By all the most religious things a maid Could call together, never to be known, Whilst there was hope to hide me from men's eyes, For other than I seemed, that I might ever Abide with...