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... poor child to timeless death : She loves your friend Amintor ; such another False - hearted lord as you . Mel . You do me wrong , A most unmanly one , and I am slow ing , and get thanks on no side . I'll be gone - In taking vengeance ...
... poor child to timeless death : She loves your friend Amintor ; such another False - hearted lord as you . Mel . You do me wrong , A most unmanly one , and I am slow ing , and get thanks on no side . I'll be gone - In taking vengeance ...
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... poor heart thus . Can I believe There's any seed of virtne in that woman , Left to shoot up , that dares go on in sin , Known , and so known as thine is ? Oh , Evadne ! ' Would there were any safety in thy sex , That I might put a ...
... poor heart thus . Can I believe There's any seed of virtne in that woman , Left to shoot up , that dares go on in sin , Known , and so known as thine is ? Oh , Evadne ! ' Would there were any safety in thy sex , That I might put a ...
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... poor piece of earth withal . Phi . Madam , what more ?, Are . Turn , then , away thy face . Phi . Nói Are . Do. Phi . I can't endure it . Turn away my face ? I never yet saw enemy , that looked So dreadfully , but that I thought myself ...
... poor piece of earth withal . Phi . Madam , what more ?, Are . Turn , then , away thy face . Phi . Nói Are . Do. Phi . I can't endure it . Turn away my face ? I never yet saw enemy , that looked So dreadfully , but that I thought myself ...
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... poor prince , the gods know , and I fear . Dion . Why , sir , they'll flea him , aud make church - buckets of his skin , to quench rebellion ; then clap a rivet in his sconce , and hang him up for a sign . Enter CLEREMONT with PHILASTER ...
... poor prince , the gods know , and I fear . Dion . Why , sir , they'll flea him , aud make church - buckets of his skin , to quench rebellion ; then clap a rivet in his sconce , and hang him up for a sign . Enter CLEREMONT with PHILASTER ...
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... poor executor , thy son , That makes his life prisoner to bail thy death : Who gladlier puts on this captivity , Than virgins , long in love , their wedding weeds : Of all that ever thou hast done good to , These only have good memories ...
... poor executor , thy son , That makes his life prisoner to bail thy death : Who gladlier puts on this captivity , Than virgins , long in love , their wedding weeds : Of all that ever thou hast done good to , These only have good memories ...
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Acast Alic Amin arms art thou Arvida Bajazet bear behold bless blood bosom brave breast Cæsar Cali Cast Castalio Cato Ceph Cleo Cleon Cleora curse danger dare Daugh dear death DIPHILUS dost thou dreadful e'er Enter Eumenes Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith fate father fear fortune give gods grief guard hand happy hate hear heart Heaven Hengo honour hope Juba king Leosthenes live look lord Lysimachus madam Monimia ne'er Nennius never night noble o'er Palmira passion peace Philaster Photinus pity Pompey prince Ptol Pyrrhus rage revenge ruin SCENE scorn shame shew slave soldier sorrow soul speak sword Syphax Tamerlane tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thought Twas twill Vent villain virtue vows weep wilt wish wretch wrong Zaph Zaphna Zara
Beliebte Passagen
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 358 - 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 346 - Twill never be too late To sue for chains, and own a conqueror. Why should Rome fall a moment ere her time ? No, let us draw her term of freedom out In its full length, and spin it to the last, So shall we gain still one day's liberty: And let me perish, but, in Cato's judgment, A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
Seite 248 - Oh 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 210 - Heaven has but Our sorrow for our sins ; and then delights To pardon erring man : Sweet mercy seems Its darling attribute, which limits justice ; . • As if there were degrees in infinite, And infinite would rather want perfection,. * Than punish to extent, Ant.
Seite 10 - Do my face (If thou had'st ever feeling of a sorrow) Thus, thus, Antiphila : strive to make me look Like Sorrow's monument ; and the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless ; let the rocks Groan with continual surges ; and behind me, Make all a desolation.
Seite 10 - To show a soul so full of misery As this sad lady's was. Do it by me, Do it again by me, the lost Aspatia ; And you shall find all true but the wild island. Suppose I stand upon the sea-beach now...
Seite 191 - Nay, stop not. Ant. Antony, — Well, thou wilt have it, — like a coward, fled, Fled while his soldiers fought ; fled first, Ventidius. Thou long'st to curse me, and I give thee leave. I know thou cam'st prepared to rail. Vent. I did.
Seite 276 - Looking tranquillity ! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart.
Seite 33 - Of which he borrow'd some to quench his thirst, And paid the nymph again as much in tears. A garland lay him by, made by himself, Of many several flowers, bred in the...