Like to an almond tree y-mounted high On top of green Selinis all alone, With blossoms brave bedeckèd daintily; Whose tender locks do tremble every one At every little breath that under heaven is blown.
Like to an almond tree y-mounted high Upon the lofty and celestial mount Of evergreen Selinus, quaintly deck'd With blooms more white than Erycina's brows, Whose tender blossoms tremble every one At every little breath that thorough heaven is blown.
Now walk the angels on the walls of heaven, As sentinels to warn th' immortal souls To entertain divine Zenocrate: etc.
With blooms more white than Erycina's brows
So looks my love, shadowing in her brows (Tamburlaine) Like to the shadows of Pyramides (Tamburlaine)
Shadowing more beauty in their airy brows Then have the white breasts of the queen of love (Doctor Faustus)
Upon her eyelids many graces sate Under the shadow of her even brows,
Zenocrate, lovlier than the love of Jove, Brighter than is the silver Rhodope,
Zenocrate, the lovliest maid alive, Fairier than rocks of pearl and precious stone.
And set black streamers in the firmament (Tamburlaine)
See, see, where Christ's blood streams in the firmament! (Doctor Faustus)
The one took sanctuary, and, being sent for out, Was murdered in Southwark as he passed To Greenwich, where the Lord Protector lay. Black Will was burned in Flushing on a stage: Green was hanged at Osbridge in Kent...
So these four abode Within one house together; and as years Went forward, Mary took another mate; But Dora lived unmarried till her death. (Tennyson, Dora)
First, be thou void of these affections, Compassion, love, vain hope, and heartless fear; Be moved at nothing, see thou pity none... As for myself, I walk abroad o' nights, And kill sick people groaning under walls: Sometimes I go about and poison wells...
But now begins th' extremity of heat To pinch me with intolerable pangs: Die, life! fly, soul! tongue, curse thy fill, and die!
The Grecian soldiers, tir'd with ten years war, Began to cry, "Let us unto our ships, Troy is invincible, why stay we here?"... By this, the camp was come unto the walls, And through the breach did march into the streets, Where, meeting with the rest, "Kill, kill!" they cried.... And after him, his band of Myrmidons, With balls of wild-fire in their murdering paws... At last, the soldiers pull'd her by the heels, And swung her howling in the empty air.... We saw Cassandra sprawling in the streets...
What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence?
If thou wilt stay, Leap in mine arms; mine arms are open wide; If not, turn from me, and I'll turn from thee; For though thou hast the heart to say farewell, I have not power to stay thee.