The Dramatick Works of Mr. Nathanael Lee. In Three Volumes..W. Feales, at Rowe's Head, the Corner of Essex-Street in the Strand; R. Wellington, at the Dolphin and Crown, and D. Browne, at the Black Swan, without Temple-Bar; J. Wellington; A. Bettesworth and F. Clay, in trust for B. Wellington., 1734 |
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THE DRAMATICK WORKS OF Mr. Nathanael Lee: IN THREE VOLUMES, Том 1 Nathaniel Lee Повний перегляд - 1734 |
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Сторінка 51 - Will th' infernal pow'rs have none ; Answer me, if this be done ? All Pr, Tis done. Tir. Is the sacrifice made fit ? Draw her backward to the pit : Draw the barren heifer back ; Barren let her be, and black. Cut the curled hair that grows Full betwixt her horns and brows : And turn your faces from the sun ; Answer me, if this be done ? All Pr.
Сторінка 40 - tis for this the wet 340 Starv'd Soldier lies all night on the cold ground; For this he bears the storms Of Winter Camps, and freezes in his Arms: To be thus circled, to be thus embrac'd. That I could hold thee ever!
Сторінка 68 - E'en wondered at because he dropt no sooner; Fate seemed to wind him up for fourscore years; Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more, Till, like a clock worn out with eating Time, The wheels of weary life at last stood still.
Сторінка 30 - Tis midnight, yet there's not a Theban sleeps, But such as ne'er must wake. All crowd about The palace, and implore, as from a god, Help of the king; who, from the battlement, By the red lightning's glare...
Сторінка 30 - tis the end of all things ! fate has torn The lock of time off, and his head Is now The ghastly ball of round eternity ! Call you these peals of thunder, but the yawn Of bellowing clouds ? By Jove, they seem to me The world's last groans; and those vast sheets of flame Are its last blaze.
Сторінка 34 - I'll unfold, If that the god would wake. I feel him now, Like a strong spirit charm'd into a tree, That leaps, and moves the wood without a wind : The roused god, as all this while he lay Entomb'd alive, starts and dilates himself...
Сторінка 43 - My fears can urge, or fondnefs can invent: Tell her how I repent, say any thing; For any thing I'll do to quench my fires: Say, I will marry her now on the instant...
Сторінка 79 - No breath of wind now whispers thro' the trees. No noise at land, nor murmur in the seas ; Lean wolves forget to howl at night's pale noon, No wakeful dogs bark at the silent moon, Nor bay the ghosts that glide with horror by To view the caverns where their bodies lie ; The ravens perch, and no presages give, Nor to the windows of the dying cleave ; The owls forget to scream ; no midnight sound Calls drowsy Echo from the hollow ground ; In vaults the walking fires...
Сторінка 79 - O that, as oft I have at Athens seen The stage arise, and the big clouds descend ; So now, in very deed I might behold The pond'rous earth, and all yon...
Сторінка 40 - For all his cares, his watchings, Services; Yet let me tell you, Sir, this humble maid, This daughter of a poor philosopher, Shall, if she please, be seated on a throne As high .as that of th