The Works of Mr. Thomas Otway: In Three Volumes, Band 3T. Turner, 1813 |
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... poor man to your service ; were there words enough in speech to express the mighty sense I have of your great bounty towards me ; surely I should write and talk of it for ever : but your Grace has given me so large a theme , and laid so ...
... poor man to your service ; were there words enough in speech to express the mighty sense I have of your great bounty towards me ; surely I should write and talk of it for ever : but your Grace has given me so large a theme , and laid so ...
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... Poor Belvidera ! Enter BELVIDERA . Belv . Lead me , lead me , my virgins ! To that kind voice . My lord , my love , my refuge ! Happy my eyes , when they behold thy face : My heavy heart will leave it's doleful beating At sight of thee ...
... Poor Belvidera ! Enter BELVIDERA . Belv . Lead me , lead me , my virgins ! To that kind voice . My lord , my love , my refuge ! Happy my eyes , when they behold thy face : My heavy heart will leave it's doleful beating At sight of thee ...
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... poor heart Should ' swage itself , and be let loose to thine . Tho ' the bare earth shall be our resting - place , It's roots our food , some clift our habitation , I'll make this arm a pillow for thy head ; And as thou sighing liest ...
... poor heart Should ' swage itself , and be let loose to thine . Tho ' the bare earth shall be our resting - place , It's roots our food , some clift our habitation , I'll make this arm a pillow for thy head ; And as thou sighing liest ...
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... poor woman . I never lay by his decrepit side , But all that night I ponder'd on my grave . Pier . Would he were well sent thither ! Aquil . That's my wish too : For then , my Pierre , I might have cause , with pleasure , To play the ...
... poor woman . I never lay by his decrepit side , But all that night I ponder'd on my grave . Pier . Would he were well sent thither ! Aquil . That's my wish too : For then , my Pierre , I might have cause , with pleasure , To play the ...
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... poor sleep little , we must learn to watch Our labours late , and early ev'ry morning . Midst winter frosts , thin clad and fed with sparing , Rise to our toils , and drudge away the day . Belv . Alas ! where am I ? whither is't ...
... poor sleep little , we must learn to watch Our labours late , and early ev'ry morning . Midst winter frosts , thin clad and fed with sparing , Rise to our toils , and drudge away the day . Belv . Alas ! where am I ? whither is't ...
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Aquil arms art thou Atheist Beau Beaugard Belv Belvidera bless blest bosom BRAINVILLE Brother captain Cour Courtine curse curst dæmon dagger Dare Daredevil dear devil Duke e'er Elkanah Settle Enter ev'n ev'ry Exeunt eyes face fate Fath father fear fellow fool fortune give Grat Gratian hand happy hast heart heav'n honest honour hope hour Jaff Jaffier kiss lady little Nicky live look lord Lord Rochester lov'd madam married mind murder Muse Nacky ne'er never night noble o'er on't Otway peace Pier Pierre pity poet poor Porcia pow'r pr'ythee Priu Renault rogue seem'd senate shew sorrows soul sure swear sword Sylv Sylvia tears tell thee Theod THEODORET there's thing thou art thought thro truth twas twill Venice VENICE PRESERVED villain virtue what's whore widow wife wilt WINDSOR CASTLE wretch
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Seite 245 - And as she lay upon the durtie ground, Her huge long taile her den all overspred, Yet was in knots and many boughtes upwound, Pointed with mortall sting.
Seite 241 - There in a gloomy hollow glen she found A little cottage, built of stickes and reedes In homely wize, and ,wald with sods around...
Seite 23 - 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 94 - Lead me into some place that's fit for mourning; Where the free air, light, and the cheerful sun May never enter. Hang it round with black; ;Set up one taper that may last a day — As long as I've to live; and there all leave me, Sparing no tears when you this tale relate, But bid all cruel fathers dread my fate.
Seite 45 - Flowed from a spring as noble, and a heart Fit to partake his troubles, as his love: Fetch, fetch that dagger back, the dreadful dower Thou gav'st last night in parting with me ; strike it Here to my heart; and as the blood flows from it Judge if it run not pure as Cato's daughter's.
Seite 86 - Then hear me, bounteous Heaven! Pour down your blessings on this beauteous head, Where everlasting sweets are always springing, With a continual giving hand: let peace, Honour, and safety, always hover round her: Feed her with plenty, let her eyes ne'er see A sight of sorrow, nor her heart know mourning: Crown all her days with joy, her nights with rest, Harmless as her own thoughts; and prop her virtue, To bear the loss of one that too much lov'd, And comfort her with patience in our parting.
Seite 26 - That's my wish too: For then, my Pierre, I might have cause with pleasure To play the hypocrite. Oh! how I could weep Over the dying dotard, and kiss him too, In hopes to smother him quite; then, when the time Was come to pay my sorrows at his funeral, For he has already made me heir to treasures, Would make me out-act a real...
Seite 69 - And swear thou hast not wronged me ? Whence these chains ? Whence the vile death which I may meet this moment ? Whence this dishonour, but from thee, thou false one ? Jaff.
Seite 30 - Were there one wise or honest, I could kill him For herding with that nest of fools and knaves. By all my wrongs, thou talk'st as if revenge Were to be had, and the brave story warms me.
Seite 32 - One might have thought you'd not have been behindhand. In what whore's lap have you been lolling? Give but an Englishman his whore and ease, Beef and a sea-coal fire, he's yours for ever.