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... sure may be right dutiful , Whose tears alone are free from a restraint- Ah my torn heart ! I shall obey my father . CARLOS . LEONORA . Regard not me , my lord ; CARLOS . Disobey him , Rather than come thus coldly 10 THE REVENGE .
... sure may be right dutiful , Whose tears alone are free from a restraint- Ah my torn heart ! I shall obey my father . CARLOS . LEONORA . Regard not me , my lord ; CARLOS . Disobey him , Rather than come thus coldly 10 THE REVENGE .
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... Sure , there's no peril , but in love . O how My foes would boast to see me look so pale ! Enter ALONZO . Alonzo ! CARLOS . ALONZO . Carlos ! -I am whole again : Claspt in thy arms , it makes my heart entire . CARLOS . Whom dare I thus ...
... Sure , there's no peril , but in love . O how My foes would boast to see me look so pale ! Enter ALONZO . Alonzo ! CARLOS . ALONZO . Carlos ! -I am whole again : Claspt in thy arms , it makes my heart entire . CARLOS . Whom dare I thus ...
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... sure it is no crime to be in pain ! But grant my crime was great , I'm greatly curs'd . What would you more ? Am I not most undone ? This usage is like stamping on the murder'd , When life is fled ; most barbarous and unjust . LEONORA ...
... sure it is no crime to be in pain ! But grant my crime was great , I'm greatly curs'd . What would you more ? Am I not most undone ? This usage is like stamping on the murder'd , When life is fled ; most barbarous and unjust . LEONORA ...
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... sure it cannot be deny'd ! CARLOS . How greatly thought ! In all he tow'rs above me . [ Aside . Then you confess you would ask something of me . ALONZO . No , on my soul . ZANGA . [ To Alonzo . ] Then lose her . CARLOS . Glorious spirit ...
... sure it cannot be deny'd ! CARLOS . How greatly thought ! In all he tow'rs above me . [ Aside . Then you confess you would ask something of me . ALONZO . No , on my soul . ZANGA . [ To Alonzo . ] Then lose her . CARLOS . Glorious spirit ...
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... sure , as ever human breast durst think of . But now my sorrows , long with pain supprest , Burst their confinement with impetuous sway , O'erswell all bounds , and bear e'en life away : So , till the day was won , the Greek renown'd ...
... sure , as ever human breast durst think of . But now my sorrows , long with pain supprest , Burst their confinement with impetuous sway , O'erswell all bounds , and bear e'en life away : So , till the day was won , the Greek renown'd ...
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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.