The Works of the Author of The Night-thoughts, Том 2J. Cundee, 1802 |
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... , Humbly begs leave to speak in private with you . CARLOS . In private ! -Ha - Alonzo I'll return ; No business can detain me long from thee , [ Exit Car . ZANGA . My lord Alonzo , I obey'd your orders 14 THE REVENGE .
... , Humbly begs leave to speak in private with you . CARLOS . In private ! -Ha - Alonzo I'll return ; No business can detain me long from thee , [ Exit Car . ZANGA . My lord Alonzo , I obey'd your orders 14 THE REVENGE .
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... Speak , Leonora . LEONORA . Was it for you , my lord , to be so quick , In finding out objections to our love ? Think you so strong my love , or weak my virtue , It was unsafe to leave that part to me ? ALONZO . Is not the day then fix ...
... Speak , Leonora . LEONORA . Was it for you , my lord , to be so quick , In finding out objections to our love ? Think you so strong my love , or weak my virtue , It was unsafe to leave that part to me ? ALONZO . Is not the day then fix ...
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... myself ) he dies distracted . LEONORA . How dreadful to be cut from what we love ! Ah ! speak no more . ALONZO . LEONORA . And ty'd to what we hate ALONZO . Oh ! Is it possible ? LEONORA . c 3 A TRAGEDY . 21 First perish all. ...
... myself ) he dies distracted . LEONORA . How dreadful to be cut from what we love ! Ah ! speak no more . ALONZO . LEONORA . And ty'd to what we hate ALONZO . Oh ! Is it possible ? LEONORA . c 3 A TRAGEDY . 21 First perish all. ...
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... Methinks , you are severe upon your Who was it gave him liberty and life ? ALONZO . That is the very reason which forbids it : Were I a stranger , I could freely speak : In me , it so resembles a demand , Exacting 30 THE REVENGE .
... Methinks , you are severe upon your Who was it gave him liberty and life ? ALONZO . That is the very reason which forbids it : Were I a stranger , I could freely speak : In me , it so resembles a demand , Exacting 30 THE REVENGE .
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... speak . ALONZO . [ To Zanga . ] Because he's kind ? It therefore is the worst ; For ' tis his kindness which I fear to hurt : Shall the same moment see him sink in woes , And me providing for a flood of joys , Rich in the plunder of his ...
... speak . ALONZO . [ To Zanga . ] Because he's kind ? It therefore is the worst ; For ' tis his kindness which I fear to hurt : Shall the same moment see him sink in woes , And me providing for a flood of joys , Rich in the plunder of his ...
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ALONZO Alvarez ambition angels ANTIGONUS art thou beneath bleeds blest bliss blood blood divine bosom brother call'd crime CURTIUS dæmons dare dark dead death DEMETRIUS deny'd despair divine Don Carlos dost dreadful dust DYMAS earth empire ERIXENE eternal Ev'n ev'ry Exit fair fate father fear flame fond fool gaze give glory gods good-natur'd grave grief groan guilt happiness hast hear heart heav'n hope hour human immortal ISABELLA KING LEONORA life's lord LORENZO mortal NARCISSA nature nature's ne'er night numbers o'er pain pangs passion peace PERICLES PERSEUS Philip POSTHUMIUS pow'r praise pride rage reason rise Rome scene shew sigh skies smile song soul speak stab sting strike tears thee theme thine thou thought Thrace Thracian thro throne tomb tremble triumph Twas vengeance virtue weep wing wisdom wise wounds wretched ZANGA
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Сторінка 214 - tis madness to defer; Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life Procrastination is the thief of time ; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Сторінка 232 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ; And ask them, what report they bore to heaven ; And how they might have borne more welcome news. Their answers form what men Experience call ; If Wisdom's friend, her best ; -if not, worst foe.
Сторінка 203 - How much is to be done ! My hopes and fears Start up alarmed, and o'er life's narrow verge Look down — on what ? A fathomless abyss, A dread eternity, how surely mine ! And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour ? How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful is man...
Сторінка 215 - Tis not in folly not to scorn a fool, And scarce in human wisdom to do more. All promise is poor dilatory man, And that through every stage. When young, indeed...
Сторінка 206 - And is it in the flight of threescore years To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust? A soul immortal, spending all her fires, Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness, Thrown into tumult, raptured, or alarm'd At aught this scene can threaten or indulge, Resembles ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.
Сторінка 202 - Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
Сторінка 354 - Horrid with frost, and turbulent with storm, Blows autumn, and his golden fruits, away: Then melts into the spring : soft spring, with breath Favonian, from warm chambers of the south, Recalls the first. All, to re-flourish, fades ; As in a wheel, all sinks, to re-ascend. Emblems of man, who passes, not expires. With this minute distinction, emblems just, Nature revolves, but man advances ; both Eternal ; that a circle, this a line. That gravitates, this soars. Th' aspiring soul, Ardent, and tremulous,...
Сторінка 255 - Smitten friends Are angels sent on errands full of love ; For us they languish, and for us they die...
Сторінка 351 - Who lives to nature, rarely can be poor ; Who lives to fancy, never can be rich. Poor is the man in debt ; the man of gold, In debt to fortune, trembles at her power.
Сторінка 205 - Life's theatre as yet is shut, and Death, Strong Death, alone can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And make us, embryos of existence, free.