British theatre, comprising tragedies, comedies, operas, and farces; with biogr., critical account and notes, by an Englishman [O. Williams]. By O. Williams1831 |
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... give better prospects , still to keep The sword unsheath'd , and turn its edge on Caesar . Juba . The resolution fits a Roman senate . But , Cato , lend me for awhile thy patience , And condescend to hear a young man speak . My father ...
... give better prospects , still to keep The sword unsheath'd , and turn its edge on Caesar . Juba . The resolution fits a Roman senate . But , Cato , lend me for awhile thy patience , And condescend to hear a young man speak . My father ...
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... give , and soon for- get affronts ; Old age is slow in both - A false old traitor ! - These words , rash boy , may chance to cust thee dear . My heart had still some foolish fondness for thee , But hence , ' tis gone ! I give it to the ...
... give , and soon for- get affronts ; Old age is slow in both - A false old traitor ! - These words , rash boy , may chance to cust thee dear . My heart had still some foolish fondness for thee , But hence , ' tis gone ! I give it to the ...
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... give a loose to sorrow , Marcia could answer thee in sighs , keep pace With all thy woes , and count out tear for tear . Lucia . I know thou'rt doom'd alike to bel belov'd [ Dies Juba . With what a spring his furious sou broke loose ...
... give a loose to sorrow , Marcia could answer thee in sighs , keep pace With all thy woes , and count out tear for tear . Lucia . I know thou'rt doom'd alike to bel belov'd [ Dies Juba . With what a spring his furious sou broke loose ...
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... Give me thy love , I'll give thee liberty . Osm . In vain you offer , and in vain require What neither can bestow . Set free yourself , And leave a slave the wretch that would be so . Zara . Thou canst not mean so poorly as thou talk'st ...
... Give me thy love , I'll give thee liberty . Osm . In vain you offer , and in vain require What neither can bestow . Set free yourself , And leave a slave the wretch that would be so . Zara . Thou canst not mean so poorly as thou talk'st ...
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... Give me that sigh . Why dost thou heave , and stifle in thy griefs ? Thy heart will burst , thy eyes look red and start ; Give thy soul way , and tell me thy dark thought . Osm . For this world's rule , I would not wound thy breast woes ...
... Give me that sigh . Why dost thou heave , and stifle in thy griefs ? Thy heart will burst , thy eyes look red and start ; Give thy soul way , and tell me thy dark thought . Osm . For this world's rule , I would not wound thy breast woes ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Andromache art thou Belvidera better brother Capt captain Castalio Cato Ceph Cham Char Charles Colin daughter dear death DOCTOR DRUID dost thou Enter Eudocia Eumenes Exeunt Exit eyes Fain father fear fellow fool fortune gentleman give hand happy hear heart heaven Honey honour hope husband Juba Lady F Lady W ladyship leave live look Lord Lucy madam marriage marry matter mean Mirabell Miss never Oakly on't Osman pardon passion Pescara Polydore poor pr'ythee pray Pyrrhus Re-enter ruin Rusport Sackbut SCENE Serg servant Sfor Sir F Sir G sir John sister soul speak Ster Stuke sure swear sword Syphax tears tell thee there's thing thou art thou hast thought twas twill villain virtue what's wife wish woman wretch young Zara Zounds
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 15 - Heaven 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 changes must we pass ! The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me ; But shadows, clouds, and darkness, rest upon it.
Seite 21 - And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice, Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
Seite 51 - 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.
Seite 489 - Ay, your times were fine times indeed; you have been telling us of them for many a long year. Here we live in an old rumbling mansion, that looks for all the world like an inn, but that we never see company. Our best visitors are old Mrs. Oddfish, the curate's wife, and little Cripplegate, the lame dancing-master; and all our entertainment your old stories of Prince Eugene and the Duke of Marlborough. I hate such oldfashioned trumpery. Hard. And I love it. I love every thing that's old : old friends,...
Seite 489 - And am I to blame ? The poor boy was always too sickly to do any good. A school would be his death. When he comes...
Seite 15 - ... 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 493 - After the disappointments of the day, welcome once more, Charles, to the comforts of a clean room and a good fire. Upon my word, a very well-looking house ; antique, but creditable. MARLOW. The usual fate of a large mansion. Having first ruined the master by good house-keeping, it at last comes to levy contributions as an inn.
Seite 493 - Ould Grouse in the gunroom: I can't help laughing at that — he! he! he! — for the soul of me. We have laughed at that these twenty years — ha!
Seite 353 - Have I not a wife? nay a wife that was a widow, a young widow, a handsome widow; and would be again a widow, but that I have a heart of proof, and something of a constitution to bustle through the ways of wedlock and this world!
Seite 15 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest 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 heaven 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...