The Modern British Drama: In Five Volumes, Band 2William Miller, 1811 |
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... thee . Leon . I scorn to answer thee , presumptuous man ! Alon . Deny , then , and incur a fouler shame . Where did I find this picture ? Leon . Ha , Don Carlos ! Yet , yet dismiss me ; I am all in flames . Leon . Who has most cause ...
... thee . Leon . I scorn to answer thee , presumptuous man ! Alon . Deny , then , and incur a fouler shame . Where did I find this picture ? Leon . Ha , Don Carlos ! Yet , yet dismiss me ; I am all in flames . Leon . Who has most cause ...
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... thee to thy end , Tell them , the Moor , and they will not despise thee . If cold white mortals censure this great deed , Warn them , they judge not of superior beings , Souls made of fire , and children of the sun , With whom revenge ...
... thee to thy end , Tell them , the Moor , and they will not despise thee . If cold white mortals censure this great deed , Warn them , they judge not of superior beings , Souls made of fire , and children of the sun , With whom revenge ...
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... thee ! To thee , thou dear equivalent for life , Cruel , relentless , marble - hearted maid ! Erir . Demetrius , you persist to do me wrong ; For , know , though I behold thee as thou art , Doubly a traitor , to the state and me , Thy ...
... thee ! To thee , thou dear equivalent for life , Cruel , relentless , marble - hearted maid ! Erir . Demetrius , you persist to do me wrong ; For , know , though I behold thee as thou art , Doubly a traitor , to the state and me , Thy ...
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... thee , thou celestial maid ! Like a fair Venus in a stormy sea , Or a bright goddess , through the shades of night , Dropt from the stars to these blest arms again ? How exquisite is pleasure after pain ! Why throbs my heart so ...
... thee , thou celestial maid ! Like a fair Venus in a stormy sea , Or a bright goddess , through the shades of night , Dropt from the stars to these blest arms again ? How exquisite is pleasure after pain ! Why throbs my heart so ...
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... thee thus , is joy too great for words . Farewell . - Heaven strengthen thee ! Farewell . Barn . Oh , sir , there is something I would say , if my sad swelling heart would give me leave . Thor . Give it vent a while , and try . Barn . I ...
... thee thus , is joy too great for words . Farewell . - Heaven strengthen thee ! Farewell . Barn . Oh , sir , there is something I would say , if my sad swelling heart would give me leave . Thor . Give it vent a while , and try . Barn . I ...
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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.