The British Drama: Tragedies. 2 vW. Miller, 1804 |
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... soldier's measure . you must Mel . These soft and silken wars are not for me : The music must be shrill , and all ... soldiers ! Asp . My hard fortunes Deserve not scorn ; for I was never proud , When they were good , Mél . How is this ...
... soldier's measure . you must Mel . These soft and silken wars are not for me : The music must be shrill , and all ... soldiers ! Asp . My hard fortunes Deserve not scorn ; for I was never proud , When they were good , Mél . How is this ...
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... soldier ) You may deserve by action . Leost . Good Timagoras , When I have said my friend , think all is spoken That may assure me yours ; and pray you , believe , The dreadful voice of war , that shakes the city , The thundering ...
... soldier ) You may deserve by action . Leost . Good Timagoras , When I have said my friend , think all is spoken That may assure me yours ; and pray you , believe , The dreadful voice of war , that shakes the city , The thundering ...
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... soldier . [ A trumpet sounds . His trumpets call us ; I'll forbear his character : To - morrow , in the senate - house , at large He will express himself . Leost . I'll follow you . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . - The Senate House . Enter ...
... soldier . [ A trumpet sounds . His trumpets call us ; I'll forbear his character : To - morrow , in the senate - house , at large He will express himself . Leost . I'll follow you . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . - The Senate House . Enter ...
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... soldier , that , to give him pay , With such devotion as our Flamens offer Their sacrifices at the holy altar , I do lay down these jewels , will make sale Of my superfluous wardrobe , to supply The meanest of their wants . Timol ...
... soldier , that , to give him pay , With such devotion as our Flamens offer Their sacrifices at the holy altar , I do lay down these jewels , will make sale Of my superfluous wardrobe , to supply The meanest of their wants . Timol ...
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... soldier , and will sweat Drops of his best blood , but he will bring home Triumphant conquest to you . Let me wear Your colours , lady ; and , though youthful heats , That look no farther than your outward form , Are long since buried ...
... soldier , and will sweat Drops of his best blood , but he will bring home Triumphant conquest to you . Let me wear Your colours , lady ; and , though youthful heats , That look no farther than your outward form , Are long since buried ...
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Acast Alex Amin arms art thou Bajazet bear behold bless blood brave Cæsar Cast Castalio Cato Ceph Cleo Cleon Cleora curse dare Daugh dear death Dion DIPHILUS dost thou Enter Eumenes Evad Exeunt Exit eyes fair false Farewell fate father fear fortune give gods grief guard hand happy hate hear heart Heaven Hengo honour hope Juba king lady Leost Leosthenes live look lord Lysimachus madam mercy Monimia ne'er Nennius never night noble o'er Orest passion peace Philaster Photinus Pier pity Pompey prince Ptol Pyrrhus rage revenge Roman ruin SCENE scorn shame shew slave soldier sorrow soul speak sure sword Syphax Tamerlane tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thought Thra Timag Twas twill Vent villain virtue weep wilt wretched wrong Zara
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 358 - IT must be so Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Seite 359 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Seite 350 - Honour's a sacred tie, the law of kings, The noble mind's distinguishing perfection, That aids and strengthens virtue where it meets her, And imitates her actions, where she is not : It ought not to be sported with.
Seite 358 - Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.
Seite 33 - Of which he borrowed some to quench his thirst, And paid the nymph again as much in tears. A garland lay him by...
Seite 344 - Tis not a set of features, or complexion, The tincture of a skin that I admire. Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.
Seite 213 - I'm only troubled, The life I bear is worn to such a rag, 'Tis scarce worth giving. I could wish, indeed, We threw it from us with a better grace; That, like two lions taken in the toils, We might at least thrust out our paws, and wound The hunters that inclose us.
Seite 358 - The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a power above us — And that there is, all nature cries aloud Through all her works — He must delight in virtue; And that which He delights in must be happy.
Seite 248 - Ohy woman! lovely woman! nature made thee .To temper man : we had been brutes without you. Angels are painted fair, to look like you : There's in you all that we believe of Heaven, Amazing brightness, purity, and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
Seite 199 - VENT. Him would I see; that man, of all the world: Just such a one we want. ANT. He loved me too; I was his soul ; he lived not but in me : We were so closed within each other's breasts, The rivets were not found, that joined us first. That does not reach us yet : we were so mixt, As meeting streams, both to ourselves were lost...