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Nor let a thought Of discord , or disquiet past , molest thee ; But to a long oblivion
give thy cares , And let us melt the present hour in bliss . Cal . Seek not to sooth
me with thy false endearments , To charm me with thy softness : ' tis in vain ...
Nor let a thought Of discord , or disquiet past , molest thee ; But to a long oblivion
give thy cares , And let us melt the present hour in bliss . Cal . Seek not to sooth
me with thy false endearments , To charm me with thy softness : ' tis in vain ...
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To toy , and waste an hour of idle time with ? My soul disdains thee for so mean a
thought . 80 Loth . The driving storm of passion will have way , And I must yield
before it . Wert thou calm , Love , the poor criminal , whom thou hast doom'd , Has
...
To toy , and waste an hour of idle time with ? My soul disdains thee for so mean a
thought . 80 Loth . The driving storm of passion will have way , And I must yield
before it . Wert thou calm , Love , the poor criminal , whom thou hast doom'd , Has
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1 s if the posting messengers of grief ould overtake the hours fled far away , nd
make old Time come back ? 7. Sh . No , my Alicia , eaven and his saints be
witness to my thoughts , here is no hour of all my life o'er past , hat I could wish to
take ...
1 s if the posting messengers of grief ould overtake the hours fled far away , nd
make old Time come back ? 7. Sh . No , my Alicia , eaven and his saints be
witness to my thoughts , here is no hour of all my life o'er past , hat I could wish to
take ...
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Sh . Be witness for me , ye celestial host , Such mercy and such pardon as my
soul Accords to thee , and begs of Heav'n to shew theç ; May s such befall me at
my latest hour , And make my portion blest or curs'd for ever . " . 7. Sh . Then all is
...
Sh . Be witness for me , ye celestial host , Such mercy and such pardon as my
soul Accords to thee , and begs of Heav'n to shew theç ; May s such befall me at
my latest hour , And make my portion blest or curs'd for ever . " . 7. Sh . Then all is
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Some few hours Are all that are allow'd you . But I charge you ... Think how
dreadful ' is To plant a dagger in the breast you love ; To spurn the ties of nature ,
and forget In one short hour whole years of virtuous friendship . Think well on that
.
Some few hours Are all that are allow'd you . But I charge you ... Think how
dreadful ' is To plant a dagger in the breast you love ; To spurn the ties of nature ,
and forget In one short hour whole years of virtuous friendship . Think well on that
.
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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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