The British drama, Том 11804 |
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Сторінка 108
... fate of Rome , had left him , Standing upon the rampier of his camp , Though scorning all that could fall on himself , He pities them , whose fortunes are embarked In his unlucky quarrel ; cries aloud , too , That they should sound ...
... fate of Rome , had left him , Standing upon the rampier of his camp , Though scorning all that could fall on himself , He pities them , whose fortunes are embarked In his unlucky quarrel ; cries aloud , too , That they should sound ...
Сторінка 109
... fate commands me to unsheath , I would not draw on Pompey , if not vanquished ; I grant , it rather should have passed through Ca- sar , But we must follow where his fortune leads us : All provident princes measure their intents ...
... fate commands me to unsheath , I would not draw on Pompey , if not vanquished ; I grant , it rather should have passed through Ca- sar , But we must follow where his fortune leads us : All provident princes measure their intents ...
Сторінка 126
... fate waits on thee . Sept. I now feel Myself returning rascal speedily . Oh , that I had the power- Achil . Thou shalt have all ; And do all through thy power . Men shall ad- mire thee , And the vices of Septimius shall turn virtues ...
... fate waits on thee . Sept. I now feel Myself returning rascal speedily . Oh , that I had the power- Achil . Thou shalt have all ; And do all through thy power . Men shall ad- mire thee , And the vices of Septimius shall turn virtues ...
Сторінка 179
... fate ne'er rushes from my hand ; ' Tis more than life to die by my command : And when she sees , That to my arm her ruin she must owe , Her thankful head will straight be bended low , Her heart shall leap half way to meet the blow ...
... fate ne'er rushes from my hand ; ' Tis more than life to die by my command : And when she sees , That to my arm her ruin she must owe , Her thankful head will straight be bended low , Her heart shall leap half way to meet the blow ...
Сторінка 182
... fate , To tempt the patience of a man much above them . Cly . The rage of wine is drowned in gushing blood : O Alexander , I have been to blame ; Hate me not after death , for I repent , That so I urged your noblest , sweetest nature ...
... fate , To tempt the patience of a man much above them . Cly . The rage of wine is drowned in gushing blood : O Alexander , I have been to blame ; Hate me not after death , for I repent , That so I urged your noblest , sweetest nature ...
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Acast Alic Amin arms art thou Arvida Bajazet bear behold bless blood bosom brave breast Cæsar Cali Cast Castalio Cato Ceph Cleo Cleon Cleora curse danger dare Daugh dear death DIPHILUS dost thou dreadful e'er Enter Eumenes Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith fate father fear fortune give gods grief guard hand happy hate hear heart Heaven Hengo honour hope Juba king Leosthenes live look lord Lysimachus madam Monimia ne'er Nennius never night noble o'er Palmira passion peace Philaster Photinus pity Pompey prince Ptol Pyrrhus rage revenge ruin SCENE scorn shame shew slave soldier sorrow soul speak sword Syphax Tamerlane tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thought Twas twill Vent villain virtue vows weep wilt wish wretch wrong Zaph Zaphna Zara
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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 358 - 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 346 - Twill never be too late To sue for chains, and own a conqueror. Why should Rome fall a moment ere her time ? No, let us draw her term of freedom out In its full length, and spin it to the last, So shall we gain still one day's liberty: And let me perish, but, in Cato's judgment, A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
Сторінка 248 - Oh 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 210 - Heaven has but Our sorrow for our sins ; and then delights To pardon erring man : Sweet mercy seems Its darling attribute, which limits justice ; . • As if there were degrees in infinite, And infinite would rather want perfection,. * Than punish to extent, Ant.
Сторінка 10 - Do my face (If thou had'st ever feeling of a sorrow) Thus, thus, Antiphila : strive to make me look Like Sorrow's monument ; and the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless ; let the rocks Groan with continual surges ; and behind me, Make all a desolation.
Сторінка 10 - To show a soul so full of misery As this sad lady's was. Do it by me, Do it again by me, the lost Aspatia ; And you shall find all true but the wild island. Suppose I stand upon the sea-beach now...
Сторінка 191 - Nay, stop not. Ant. Antony, — Well, thou wilt have it, — like a coward, fled, Fled while his soldiers fought ; fled first, Ventidius. Thou long'st to curse me, and I give thee leave. I know thou cam'st prepared to rail. Vent. I did.
Сторінка 276 - Looking tranquillity ! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart.
Сторінка 33 - Of which he borrow'd some to quench his thirst, And paid the nymph again as much in tears. A garland lay him by, made by himself, Of many several flowers, bred in the...