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Thou that hast endless blessings still in store For virtue , and for filial piety , Let
grief , disgrace , and want be far away ; But multiply thy mercies on his head . Let
honour , greatness , goodness , still be with him , And peace in all his ways[ He ...
Thou that hast endless blessings still in store For virtue , and for filial piety , Let
grief , disgrace , and want be far away ; But multiply thy mercies on his head . Let
honour , greatness , goodness , still be with him , And peace in all his ways[ He ...
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Lord R. That I confess ; yet ever must regret “ The grief I cannot cure . ” Would
thou wert not Compos'd of grief and tenderness alone , “ But had'st a spark of
other passions in thee , " Pride , anger , vanity , the strong desire 74 But thy
known v ...
Lord R. That I confess ; yet ever must regret “ The grief I cannot cure . ” Would
thou wert not Compos'd of grief and tenderness alone , “ But had'st a spark of
other passions in thee , " Pride , anger , vanity , the strong desire 74 But thy
known v ...
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Of admiration , dear to woman - kind ; “ These might contend with , and allay thy
grief , “ As meeting tides and currents smooth our firth . “ Lady R. To such a cause
the human mind oft owes “ Its transient calm , a calm I envy not . ” Lord R. Sure ...
Of admiration , dear to woman - kind ; “ These might contend with , and allay thy
grief , “ As meeting tides and currents smooth our firth . “ Lady R. To such a cause
the human mind oft owes “ Its transient calm , a calm I envy not . ” Lord R. Sure ...
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My lady lives : The agony of grief hath but suppress'd Awhile her powers . Lord R.
But my deliverer's dead ; “ The world did once esteem lord Randolph well , “
Sincere of heart , for spotless honour fam'd : “ And , in my early days , glory I gain'
d ...
My lady lives : The agony of grief hath but suppress'd Awhile her powers . Lord R.
But my deliverer's dead ; “ The world did once esteem lord Randolph well , “
Sincere of heart , for spotless honour fam'd : “ And , in my early days , glory I gain'
d ...
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... and brings forth all its weight . Jub . What shall I answer thee ? “ My ravish'd
heart “ O'erflows with secret joy : " I'd rather gain Thy praise , O Cato ! than
Numidia's empire . Enter PORTIUS . Por . Misfortune on misfortune ! grief on grief
!
... and brings forth all its weight . Jub . What shall I answer thee ? “ My ravish'd
heart “ O'erflows with secret joy : " I'd rather gain Thy praise , O Cato ! than
Numidia's empire . Enter PORTIUS . Por . Misfortune on misfortune ! grief on grief
!
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Alic Altamont arms bear beauty behold better bless blood breast brother Cæsar Calista Cato cause child comes dear death dost thou Douglas dreadful earth Enter Exit eyes fair fall fate father fear feel fond forgive gentle give Glost gods grace grief guard hand happy Hast head hear heart Heav'n hold honour hope Horatia hour Juba kind king Lady leave live look lord lost Lucia means meet mind nature never night noble o'er once passion peace perhaps pity poor Portius prince rage Randolph rest rise Roman Rome SCENE senate shame sorrows soul speak stand sure sword Syph tears tell tender thee thou thou art thou hast thought turn Valeria virtue wait wish wretch young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 85 - That shall convey you to the wish'd-for port, Is there aught else, my friends, I can do for you ? The conqueror draws near. Once more farewell ! If e'er we meet hereafter, we shall meet In happier climes, and on a safer shore, Where Caesar never shall approach us more.
Seite 39 - CATO. Let not a torrent of impetuous zeal Transport thee thus beyond the bounds of reason: True fortitude is seen in great exploits, That justice warrants, and that wisdom guides; All else is tow'ring frenzy and distraction.
Seite 40 - Were to refuse th' awards of Providence, And not to rest in heaven's determination. Already have we shown our love to Rome, Now let us show submission to the gods. We took up arms, not to revenge ourselves, But free the common-wealth ; when this end fails, Arms have no further use : our country's cause, That drew our swords, now wrests...
Seite 39 - Rush'd like a torrent down upon the vale, Sweeping our flocks and herds. The shepherds fled For safety, and for succour. I alone, . With bended bow, and quiver full of arrows, Hover'd about the enemy, and mark'd The road he took, then hasted to my friends; Whom with a troop of fifty chosen men, I met advancing.
Seite 71 - Know, villains, when such paltry slaves presume To mix in treason, if the plot succeeds, They're thrown neglected by; but, if it fails, They're sure to die like dogs, as you shall do. Here, take these factious monsters, drag them forth To sudden death.
Seite 40 - Twill never be too late To sue for chains, and own a conqueror. Why should Rome fall a moment ere her time...
Seite 32 - 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 39 - My name is Norval ! on the Grampian hills My father feeds his flocks : a frugal swain, Whose constant cares were to increase his store, And keep his only son, myself, at home. For I had heard of battles, and I long'd To follow to the field some warlike lord : And Heav'n soon granted what my sire denied.
Seite 70 - Do thou, great liberty, inspire our souls, And make our lives in thy possession happy, Or our deaths glorious in thy just defence.
Seite 22 - Remember what our father oft has told us : The ways of heaven are dark and intricate, Puzzled in mazes, and perplex'd with errors : Our understanding traces them in vain, Lost and bewilder'd in the fruitless search : Nor sees with how much art the windings run, Nor where the regular confusion ends.
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| Titel | The Fair Penitent: A Tragedy Band 9,Ausgabe 1 von Bell's British theatre Band 3,Ausgabe 1 von The Fair Penitent, Nicholas Rowe |
| Autor/in | Nicholas Rowe |
| Verlag | P. Wogan, 1797 |
| Länge | 57 Seiten |
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