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Think what you ' ve heard me breathe a thousand times When my whole soul
dissolo ' d in tenderness ; ' Twas rapture all ; what lovers only feel , Or can
express when felt . He had been here , But sudden orders from the camp detain '
d him .
Think what you ' ve heard me breathe a thousand times When my whole soul
dissolo ' d in tenderness ; ' Twas rapture all ; what lovers only feel , Or can
express when felt . He had been here , But sudden orders from the camp detain '
d him .
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By Heaven , thou stand ' st unmov ' d , nor feels thy breast The charms of glory ,
the extatic warmth Which beams new life , and ... But yet , permit a sister ' s
weakness , sir , To feel the pangs of nature , and to dread The fate of those she
loves ...
By Heaven , thou stand ' st unmov ' d , nor feels thy breast The charms of glory ,
the extatic warmth Which beams new life , and ... But yet , permit a sister ' s
weakness , sir , To feel the pangs of nature , and to dread The fate of those she
loves ...
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Think not , oh , king , howe ' er resolv ' d on combat , I sit so loosely to the bonds
of nature , As not to feel their force . I feel it strongly . I love the Curiatii , and would
serve them At life ' s expence : but here a nobler cause Demands my sword : for ...
Think not , oh , king , howe ' er resolv ' d on combat , I sit so loosely to the bonds
of nature , As not to feel their force . I feel it strongly . I love the Curiatii , and would
serve them At life ' s expence : but here a nobler cause Demands my sword : for ...
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But why rave I thus ? “ Haste haste to Curiatius and yet stay ; “ Sure I have
something more to say to him : “ I know not what it was . ” Valerius . Could I ,
sweet lady , But paint your grief with half the force I feel it , I need but tell it him ,
and he must ...
But why rave I thus ? “ Haste haste to Curiatius and yet stay ; “ Sure I have
something more to say to him : “ I know not what it was . ” Valerius . Could I ,
sweet lady , But paint your grief with half the force I feel it , I need but tell it him ,
and he must ...
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I am hurt beyond Thy power to harm me , Death ' s extremest tortures Were
happiness to what I feel . Yet know , My injur ' d honour bids me live ; nay , more ,
It bids me even descend to plead for life . But wherefore waste I words ? ' Tis not
to ...
I am hurt beyond Thy power to harm me , Death ' s extremest tortures Were
happiness to what I feel . Yet know , My injur ' d honour bids me live ; nay , more ,
It bids me even descend to plead for life . But wherefore waste I words ? ' Tis not
to ...
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Altamont arms bear beauty behold better bless blood breast brother Cæsar Calista Cato cause child comes dear death dost thou Douglas earth Enter ev'n Exit eyes fair fall false fate father fear feel fond forgive fortune friendship 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 Loth 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 thought turn Valeria virtue wish wretch young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 75 - 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 heav'n itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man: Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes and...
Seite 75 - ... there is all Nature cries aloud Through all her works). He must delight in virtue ; And that which He delights in must be happy. But when ? or where ? This world was made for Caesar — I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them.
Seite 75 - 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 75 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age and nature sink in years : But thou shall flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter and the crush of worlds.
Seite 31 - My voice is still for war. Gods ! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slavery or death ? No ; let us rise at once, gird on our swords, And, at the head of our remaining troops, Attack the foe, break through the thick array Of his thronged legions, and charge home upon him.
Seite 43 - 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 25 - 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 8 - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
Seite 33 - Afric's heat, and season'd to the sun; Numidia's spacious kingdom lies behind us, Ready to rise at its young prince's call. While there is hope, do not distrust the gods ; But wait, at least, till Caesar's near approach Force us to yield.
Seite 71 - How beautiful is death when earned by virtue ! Who would not be that youth ? What pity is it That we can die but once to serve our country...
Bibliografische Informationen
| Titel | Bell's British Theatre: Douglas, by J. Home. ... The alchymist, altered from B. Jonson Band 3 von Bell's British Theatre, John Bell |
| Mitwirkende Personen | John Bell |
| Veröffentlicht | 1797 |
| Original von | Harvard University |
| Digitalisiert | 25. Febr. 2008 |
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