The British Drama: Tragedies. 2 vW. Miller, 1804 |
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... blood ; and then I dance with arms . But is Amintor wed ? Diph . This day . Mel . All joys upon him ! for he is my friend . Wonder not , that I call a man so young my friend : His worth is great ; valiant he is , and temperate ; And one ...
... blood ; and then I dance with arms . But is Amintor wed ? Diph . This day . Mel . All joys upon him ! for he is my friend . Wonder not , that I call a man so young my friend : His worth is great ; valiant he is , and temperate ; And one ...
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... blood , That sea of blood , that I have lost in fight , Were running in thy veins , that it might make thee Apt to say less , or able to maintain , Should'st thou say more ! This Rhodes , I see , is nought But a place privileged to do ...
... blood , That sea of blood , that I have lost in fight , Were running in thy veins , that it might make thee Apt to say less , or able to maintain , Should'st thou say more ! This Rhodes , I see , is nought But a place privileged to do ...
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... blood . Evad . Neither , Amintor : Think you I am mad , Because I speak the truth ? Amin . Will you not lie with me to - night ? Evad . To - night ! you talk as if I would hereafter . Amin . Hereafter ! yes , I do . Evad . You are ...
... blood . Evad . Neither , Amintor : Think you I am mad , Because I speak the truth ? Amin . Will you not lie with me to - night ? Evad . To - night ! you talk as if I would hereafter . Amin . Hereafter ! yes , I do . Evad . You are ...
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... blood . I do rage in vain ; She can but jest . O , pardon me , my love ! So dear the thoughts are that I hold of thee , That I must break forth . Satisfy my fear ; It is a pain , beyond the hand of death , To be in doubt : Confirm it ...
... blood . I do rage in vain ; She can but jest . O , pardon me , my love ! So dear the thoughts are that I hold of thee , That I must break forth . Satisfy my fear ; It is a pain , beyond the hand of death , To be in doubt : Confirm it ...
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... blood is high With expectation , and desire of that He long hath waited for ? Is not his spirit , Though he be temperate , of a valiant strain As this our age hath known ? What could he do , If such a sudden speech had met his blood ...
... blood is high With expectation , and desire of that He long hath waited for ? Is not his spirit , Though he be temperate , of a valiant strain As this our age hath known ? What could he do , If such a sudden speech had met his blood ...
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Acast Alex Amin arms art thou Bajazet bear behold bless blood brave Cæsar Cast Castalio Cato Ceph Cleo Cleon Cleora curse dare Daugh dear death Dion DIPHILUS dost thou Enter Eumenes Evad Exeunt Exit eyes fair false Farewell fate father fear fortune give gods grief guard hand happy hate hear heart Heaven Hengo honour hope Juba king lady Leost Leosthenes live look lord Lysimachus madam mercy Monimia ne'er Nennius never night noble o'er Orest passion peace Philaster Photinus Pier pity Pompey prince Ptol Pyrrhus rage revenge Roman ruin SCENE scorn shame shew slave soldier sorrow soul speak sure sword Syphax Tamerlane tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thought Thra Timag Twas twill Vent villain virtue weep wilt wretched wrong Zara
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Сторінка 358 - IT must be so Plato, thou reason'st 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.
Сторінка 359 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Сторінка 350 - Honour's a sacred tie, the law of kings, The noble mind's distinguishing perfection, That aids and strengthens virtue where it meets her, And imitates her actions, where she is not : It ought not to be sported with.
Сторінка 358 - Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.
Сторінка 33 - Of which he borrowed some to quench his thirst, And paid the nymph again as much in tears. A garland lay him by...
Сторінка 344 - Tis not a set of features, or complexion, The tincture of a skin that I admire. Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.
Сторінка 213 - I'm only troubled, The life I bear is worn to such a rag, 'Tis scarce worth giving. I could wish, indeed, We threw it from us with a better grace; That, like two lions taken in the toils, We might at least thrust out our paws, and wound The hunters that inclose us.
Сторінка 358 - The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a power above us — And that there is, all nature cries aloud Through all her works — He must delight in virtue; And that which He delights in must be happy.
Сторінка 248 - Ohy woman! lovely woman! nature made thee .To temper man : we had been brutes without you. Angels are painted fair, to look like you : There's in you all that we believe of Heaven, Amazing brightness, purity, and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
Сторінка 199 - VENT. Him would I see; that man, of all the world: Just such a one we want. ANT. He loved me too; I was his soul ; he lived not but in me : We were so closed within each other's breasts, The rivets were not found, that joined us first. That does not reach us yet : we were so mixt, As meeting streams, both to ourselves were lost...