Eight Dramas of Calderon

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Macmillan and Company, limited, 1921 - 517 עמודים
 

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עמוד 290 - ... born without one. There is a just humility that will maintain thine own dignity, and yet make thee insensible to many a rub that galls the proud spirit. Be courteous in thy manner, and liberal of thy purse ; for 'tis the hand to the bonnet and in the pocket that makes friends in this world ; of which to gain one good, all the gold the sun breeds in India, or the universal sea sucks down, were a cheap purchase.
עמוד 259 - Titiri tiri, marching is weary, Weary, weary, and long is the way : Titiri tiri, hither, my deary, What meat have you got for the soldier to-day ? " Meat have I none, my merry men," Titiri tiri, then kill the old hen. " Alas and a day ! the old hen is dead ! " Then give us a cake from the oven instead.
עמוד 514 - Had kept his lawful channel uncoerced, And fertilized the land he flow'd along. Then like to some unskilful duellist, Who having over-reach'd himself pushing too hard His foe, or but a moment off his guard — What odds, when Fate is one's antagonist ! — Nay, more, this royal father, self-dismay'd At having Fate against himself array'd, Upon himself the very sword he knew Should wound him, down upon his bosom drew, That might well handled, well have wrought ; or, kept Undrawn, have harmless in...
עמוד 450 - I ask of you I, looking up to those relentless eyes That, now the greater lamp is gone below, Begin to muster in the listening skies; In all the shining circuits you have gone About this theatre of human woe, What greater sorrow have you gazed upon Than down this narrow chink you witness still; And which, did you yourselves not fore-devise, You registered for others to fulfil!
עמוד 479 - Of retribution in reward to them And woe to those who wrong'd them — Not as you, Not you, Clotaldo, knowing not — And yet Ev'n to the guiltiest wretch in all the realm, Of any treason guilty short of that, Stern usage — but assuredly not knowing, Not knowing 'twas your sovereign lord, Clotaldo, You used so sternly. CLO. Ay, sir; with the same Devotion and fidelity that now Does homage to him for my sovereign. SEG. Fidelity that held his Prince in chains ! CLO. Fidelity more fast than had it...
עמוד 21 - 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 which moves 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 he...
עמוד 485 - You look in time to wear. But for this lady — Whom, if my cousin now, I hope to claim Henceforth by yet a nearer, dearer name — SEG. And what. care I? She is my cousin too: And if you be a Prince — well, am not I Lord of the very soil you stand upon ? By that, and by that right beside of blood That like a fiery fountain hitherto Pent in the rock leaps toward her at her touch, Mine, before all the cousins in Muscovy ! You call me Prince of Poland, and yourselves My subjects — traitors therefore...
עמוד 454 - Take my f sword ! ROSAURA and FIFE hide in the rocks; Enter CLOTALDO CLOTALDO. These stormy days you like to see the last of Are but ill opiates, Segismund, I think, For night to follow : and to-night you seem More than your wont disorder'd. What! A sword? Within there ! Enter SOLDIERS with black visors and torches FIFE.
עמוד 444 - Griffin-hoof-in hurricane, — (I might swear till I were almost Hoarse with roaring Asonante) Who forsooth because your betters Would begin to kick and fling — You forthwith your noble mind Must prove, and kick me off behind, Tow'rd the very centre whither Gravity was most inclined. There where you have made your bed In it lie; for, wet or dry, Let what will for me betide you, Burning, blowing, freezing, hailing ; Famine waste you : devil ride you : Tempest baste you black and blue : — (To Rosaura.)...
עמוד 496 - ... the waking dream between Which dream thou must believe ; and, if to see Again, poor Segismund ! that dream must be. And yet, and yet, in these our ghostly lives, Half night, half day, half sleeping, half awake, How if our waking life, like that of sleep, Be all a dream in that eternal life To which we wake not till we sleep in death ? How if, I say, the senses we now trust For date of sensible comparison...

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