The Modern British Drama: In Five Volumes, Band 2William Miller, 1811 |
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... hear farther . Isa . Hate Alonzo ! I own , I thought Alonzo most your friend , And that he lost the master in that name . Zan . Hear then . ' Tis twice three years since that great man ( Great let me call him , for he conquered me ) ...
... hear farther . Isa . Hate Alonzo ! I own , I thought Alonzo most your friend , And that he lost the master in that name . Zan . Hear then . ' Tis twice three years since that great man ( Great let me call him , for he conquered me ) ...
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... hear your guilt at large . Alon . Oh , Leonora ! What could I do ! In duty to my friend , I saw you ; and to see is to admire . For Carlos did I plead , and most sincerely ; Witness the thousand agonies it cost me ! You know I did . I ...
... hear your guilt at large . Alon . Oh , Leonora ! What could I do ! In duty to my friend , I saw you ; and to see is to admire . For Carlos did I plead , and most sincerely ; Witness the thousand agonies it cost me ! You know I did . I ...
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... hear me : Stab me , then think it much to hear my groan ! Alon . Heaven strike me deaf ! Leon . It well may sting you home . Leon . Arts !! Alon . Arts . Confess ; for death is in my hand . Leon . ' Tis in your words . Alon . Confess ...
... hear me : Stab me , then think it much to hear my groan ! Alon . Heaven strike me deaf ! Leon . It well may sting you home . Leon . Arts !! Alon . Arts . Confess ; for death is in my hand . Leon . ' Tis in your words . Alon . Confess ...
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... hear their tale ; Then talk in private with my sons . Ant . But how Intends my lord to make his peace with Rome ? King . Rome calls me fiery : let them find me so . Ant . O , sir , forbear ! Too late you felt Rome's power . King . Yes ...
... hear their tale ; Then talk in private with my sons . Ant . But how Intends my lord to make his peace with Rome ? King . Rome calls me fiery : let them find me so . Ant . O , sir , forbear ! Too late you felt Rome's power . King . Yes ...
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... Hear too ; the trumpet calls us to the field , And now this phantom of a fight begins . Fair princess , you and I will go together , As Priam and bright Helen did of old , To view the war . Your eyes will make them bolder , And raise ...
... Hear too ; the trumpet calls us to the field , And now this phantom of a fight begins . Fair princess , you and I will go together , As Priam and bright Helen did of old , To view the war . Your eyes will make them bolder , And raise ...
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 580 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as ye go, On the light fantastic toe...
Seite 580 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Seite 583 - Yet should I try, the uncontrolled worth Of this pure cause would kindle my rapt spirits To such a flame of sacred vehemence...
Seite 579 - I was all ear, !(« And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death.
Seite 584 - Mortals, that would follow me, Love Virtue ; she alone is free. She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
Seite 576 - He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i' th' centre, and enjoy bright day : But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts, Benighted walks under the mid-day sun ; Himself is his own dungeon.
Seite 576 - Be it not done in pride, or in presumption. Some say no evil thing that walks by night, In fog, or fire, by lake, or moorish fen, Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost, That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, No goblin, or swart faery of the mine, Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.
Seite 574 - Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence; How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night At every fall smoothing the raven down Of Darkness till it smiled...
Seite 582 - Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, Covering the earth with odours, fruits and flocks, Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable, But all to please, and sate the curious taste...
Seite 584 - To the ocean now I fly, And those happy climes that lie Where day never shuts his eye, Up in the broad fields of the sky. There I suck the liquid air, All amidst the gardens fair Of Hesperus, and his daughters three That sing about the golden tree.