The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury Lane, Covent Garden, and Haymarket ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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... dear boy , and chides me for my stay : Canst thou forgive me , child ? ` Vil . What can I say ! The arguments that make against my hopes Prevail upon my heart , and fix me more ; Those pious tears , you hourly throw away Upon the grave ...
... dear boy , and chides me for my stay : Canst thou forgive me , child ? ` Vil . What can I say ! The arguments that make against my hopes Prevail upon my heart , and fix me more ; Those pious tears , you hourly throw away Upon the grave ...
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... dear boy ! The labour of his birth was lighter to me Than of my fondness now ; my fears for him Are more , than in that hour of hovering death , They could be for myself -- He minds me not , His little sports have taken up his thoughts ...
... dear boy ! The labour of his birth was lighter to me Than of my fondness now ; my fears for him Are more , than in that hour of hovering death , They could be for myself -- He minds me not , His little sports have taken up his thoughts ...
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... dear content , And prattle in their praise out of all bounds . Enter ISABELLA and Child . My Isabella ! Oh , the joy of my heart , That I have leave at last to call you mine ! But let me look upon you , view you well . This is a welcome ...
... dear content , And prattle in their praise out of all bounds . Enter ISABELLA and Child . My Isabella ! Oh , the joy of my heart , That I have leave at last to call you mine ! But let me look upon you , view you well . This is a welcome ...
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... dear to me , I give up to your care . Car . And I receive her as a friend and brother . Vil . Nay , stir not , love ! for the night air is cold , And the dews fall - Here be our end of parting ; Carlos will see me to my horse . [ Exit ...
... dear to me , I give up to your care . Car . And I receive her as a friend and brother . Vil . Nay , stir not , love ! for the night air is cold , And the dews fall - Here be our end of parting ; Carlos will see me to my horse . [ Exit ...
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... the stars , or Heav'n , or fate ? My father and my brother are my fates , That drive me to my ruin . They knew well I was alive . Too well they knew how dear в 3 SCENE II . ] 41 ISABELLA . And throw me like a poisonous weed away! ...
... the stars , or Heav'n , or fate ? My father and my brother are my fates , That drive me to my ruin . They knew well I was alive . Too well they knew how dear в 3 SCENE II . ] 41 ISABELLA . And throw me like a poisonous weed away! ...
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The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the ... Mrs. Inchbald Повний перегляд - 1808 |
The British Theatre; Or, A Collection of Plays: Which are Acted at the ... Mrs. Inchbald Повний перегляд - 1808 |
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ABOAN Ambrose Philips Andr Andromache arms Arvida Astyanax Biron Blan BLANDFORD bless bless'd blood brave Cæsarea Capt captive Carlos Ceph Cephisa charms child Christ christian Christiern Christina Cleo Cleone cruel Dalecarlia danger dear death Enter Epirus Ev'n ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes faith fate father fear fortune give Governor Greece Greeks grief Gust Gustavus hand happy hast hate hear heart Heav'n Hector Hermione honour hope HOTMAN Imoinda Isabella king Laer liberty live look lord lov'd Lusignan Madam Nerestan never Nurse Oras ORASMIN Orestes OROONOKO Osman passion Phan pity pow'r pray prince Pylades Pyrrhus royal Samp SCENE SIVARD Slav slave soul speak STANMORE tears tell THEATRE ROYAL thee THOMAS SOUTHERN thou art thought trembling Troy Twas tyrant unhappy vengeance Villeroy virtue weep wish wretch wrongs Zara
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Сторінка 16 - What prospect of success from an apostate? On whom I cannot look without disdain ; And who will read her shame upon my brow. The hardest trial of a generous mind Is to court favours from a hand it scorns. Cha. Think it is Lusignan we seek to serve.
Сторінка 44 - To give me any comfort, if she could ; Lost to herself — as quickly I shall be To all the world — Horrors come fast around me ; My mind is overcast — the gath'ring clouds Darken the prospect — I approach the brink, And soon must leap the precipice ! Oh ! Heav'n ! [Kneels. While yet my senses are my own, thus kneeling...
Сторінка 21 - But from that blessed day I never saw him more — yet still to this, I bow, as to the relics of my saint : Each morn I drop a tear on every bead, Count all the glories of Gustavus o'er, And think I still behold him.
Сторінка 28 - Heaven forbid that you should ever know A mother's sorrow for an only son. Her joy, her bliss, her last surviving comfort ! When every hour she trembles for his life! Your power o'er Pyrrhus may relieve my fears. Alas, what danger is there in a child, Sav'd from the wreck of a whole ruin'd empire 1 Let me go hide him in some desert isle : You may rely upon my tender care To keep him far from perils of ambition : All he can learn of me, will be to weep.
Сторінка 22 - ... shed ! How will she then, In bitterness of heart, reproach my name! Then, to complete her woes, will I espouse Hermione — Twill stab her to the heart ! Phcsn.
Сторінка 30 - Oh ! this separation Has made you dearer, if it can be so, Than you were ever to me. You appear Like a kind star to my benighted steps, To guide me on my way to happiness : I cannot miss it now.
Сторінка 16 - A temple sav'd us, till the slaughter ceas'd ; Then were we sent to this ill-fated city, Here, in the palace of our former kings, To learn, from Saracens, their hated faith, And be completely wretched. Zara, too...
Сторінка 14 - The slavish habit best becomes me now. Hard fare and whips, and chains may overpow'r The frailer flesh, and bow my body down : But there's another, nobler part of me, Out of your reach, which you can never tame.
Сторінка 36 - I was preserv'd but to be made a slave ; I often writ to my hard father, but never had An answer ; I writ to thee too / Isa.
Сторінка 43 - Ob, happy ! happy thou, Who thus can sleep ! I never shall sleep more — • If then to sleep be to be happy, he, Who sleeps the longest, is the happiest ; Death is the longest sleep — Oh, have a care!