The Dramatic Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeE. Moxon, 1857 - 427 Seiten |
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... Mother's Tale , " was published in Wordsworth's Lyrical Ballads in 1798 , and has since been printed with the author's Poems . * Another fragment is given in a note to the present drama . Both appear more or less necessary for the ...
... Mother's Tale , " was published in Wordsworth's Lyrical Ballads in 1798 , and has since been printed with the author's Poems . * Another fragment is given in a note to the present drama . Both appear more or less necessary for the ...
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... mother . But ( more than all ) Teresa's perfidy ; The assassin's strong assurance , when no interest , No motive could have tempted him to falsehood : . In the first pangs of his awakened conscience , When with abhorrence of his own ...
... mother . But ( more than all ) Teresa's perfidy ; The assassin's strong assurance , when no interest , No motive could have tempted him to falsehood : . In the first pangs of his awakened conscience , When with abhorrence of his own ...
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... comes upon my soul With that same look , with which he gave thee to me ; I held thee in my arms a powerless babe , While thy poor mother , with a mute entreaty , Fixed her faint eyes on mine . Ah ! not SCENE II . ] REMORSE .
... comes upon my soul With that same look , with which he gave thee to me ; I held thee in my arms a powerless babe , While thy poor mother , with a mute entreaty , Fixed her faint eyes on mine . Ah ! not SCENE II . ] REMORSE .
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... then a young and nursing mother , Into a dungeon of their prison house ; Where was no bed , no fire , no ray of light , No touch , no sound of comfort ! The black air , It was a toil to breathe it ! when the 14 [ ACT I. REMORSE .
... then a young and nursing mother , Into a dungeon of their prison house ; Where was no bed , no fire , no ray of light , No touch , no sound of comfort ! The black air , It was a toil to breathe it ! when the 14 [ ACT I. REMORSE .
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... mother , lady , I should scarce dare to tell you , that its noises And peevish cries so fretted on my brain , That I have struck the innocent babe in anger . Ter . O Heaven ! it is too horrible to hear . Alh . What was it then to suffer ...
... mother , lady , I should scarce dare to tell you , that its noises And peevish cries so fretted on my brain , That I have struck the innocent babe in anger . Ter . O Heaven ! it is too horrible to hear . Alh . What was it then to suffer ...
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Alvar arms army Art thou BATHORY Bethlen brother BUTLER Casimir cavern command Coun Count COUNTESS Cuirassiers curse dare dear deed destiny dost doth dream Duch DUCHESS Duke Egra Emerick Emperor enemy enter evil Exit faithful father fear fortune Friedland GLYCINE hand hath hear heard heart Heaven hither honour Illo Illyria Isid Isidore ISOLANI King Kiuprili lady Laska leave live look lord MARADAS Moorish mother murder ne'er never noble o'er OCTAVIO OCTAVIO PICCOLOMINI ORDONIO pause Piccolomini Pilsen Prague Prince Ques QUESTENBERG Ragozzi regiments round Sarolta SCENE Servants soul speak spirit stand Swedes sword tell TERESA TERTSKY thee Thek THEKLA There's thine Thou art thou hast thyself traitor translation trust Twas Valdez voice WALLENSTEIN word Wran ZAPOLYA
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Seite 226 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
Seite 62 - This is the process of our love and wisdom To each poor brother who offends against us — Most innocent, perhaps— and what if guilty ? Is this the only cure ! Merciful God ! Each pore and natural outlet...
Seite 276 - Was not the will kept free? Beheld I not The road of duty close beside me — but One little step, and once more I was in it! Where am I? Whither have I been transported? No road, no track behind me, but a wall Impenetrable, insurmountable, Rises obedient to the spells I muttered And meant not — my own doings tower behind me.
Seite 298 - Above all others make I large concession. For thou must move a world and be the master — He kills thee who condemns thee to inaction. So be it then ! maintain thee in thy post By violence. Resist the emperor, And if it must be force with force repel ; I will not praise it, yet I can forgive it. But not — not to the traitor — yes ! the word Is spoken out Not to the traitor can I yield a pardon.
Seite 224 - I stepped in ; and now The narrowing line of day-light, that ran after The closing door, was gone ; and all about me 'Twas pale and dusky night, with many shadows Fantastically cast. Here six or seven Colossal statues, and all kings, stood round me In a half-circle.
Seite 289 - ... it. What is there in thy case so black and monstrous ? Thou art accused of treason — whether with Or without justice is not now the question — Thou art lost if thou dost not avail thee quickly Of the power which thou possessest — Friedland ! Duke...
Seite 355 - Stand'st thou, like me, a freeman in the world, That in thy actions thou shouldst plead free agency ? On me thou'rt planted, I am thy emperor ; To obey me, to belong...
Seite 226 - They live no longer in the faith of reason! But still the heart doth need a language, still Doth the old instinct bring back the old names, And to yon starry world they now are gone, Spirits or gods, that used to share this earth With man as with their friend ; and to the lover Yonder they move, from yonder visible sky Shoot influence down: and even at this day 'Tis Jupiter who brings whate'er is great, And Venus who brings every thing that's fair!
Seite 226 - And if this be the science of the stars, I too, with glad and zealous industry, Will learn acquaintance with this cheerful faith. It is a gentle and affectionate thought, That in immeasurable heights above us, At our first birth, the wreath of love was woven, With sparkling stars for flowers.
Seite 255 - ... Before thine eyes is treason drawing out ^ As black a web as e'er was spun for venom : A power of hell o'erclouds thy understanding. I dare no longer stand in silence — dare No longer see thee wandering on in darkness, Nor pluck the bandage from thine eyes. MAX. My father ! Yet, ere thou speakest, a moment's pause of thought!