The British drama, Том 11804 |
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... true , Melantius ; He might not come , till the solemnity Of this great match was past . Diph . Have you heard of it ? Mel . Yes . I have given cause to those , that Envy my deeds abroad , to call me gamesome : I have no other business ...
... true , Melantius ; He might not come , till the solemnity Of this great match was past . Diph . Have you heard of it ? Mel . Yes . I have given cause to those , that Envy my deeds abroad , to call me gamesome : I have no other business ...
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... true to me . So with my prayers I leave you , and must try Some yet unpractised way to grieve and die . [ Ëxit . Dula . Come , ladies , will you go ? Omnes . Good night , my lord . Amin . Much happiness unto you all ! [ Exeunt ladies ...
... true to me . So with my prayers I leave you , and must try Some yet unpractised way to grieve and die . [ Ëxit . Dula . Come , ladies , will you go ? Omnes . Good night , my lord . Amin . Much happiness unto you all ! [ Exeunt ladies ...
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... true , but the wild island . Suppose I stand upon the sea - beach now , Mine arms thus , and mine hair blown with the wind , Wild as that desart ; and let all about me Tell , that I am forsaken . Do my face ( If thou hadst ever feeling ...
... true , but the wild island . Suppose I stand upon the sea - beach now , Mine arms thus , and mine hair blown with the wind , Wild as that desart ; and let all about me Tell , that I am forsaken . Do my face ( If thou hadst ever feeling ...
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... true , thou art . Speak truth still . Evad . I have offended : Noble sir , forgive me . Mel . With what secure slave ? Evad . Do not ask me , sir : Mine own remembrance is a misery Too mighty for me . Mel . Do not fall back again . My ...
... true , thou art . Speak truth still . Evad . I have offended : Noble sir , forgive me . Mel . With what secure slave ? Evad . Do not ask me , sir : Mine own remembrance is a misery Too mighty for me . Mel . Do not fall back again . My ...
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... true ; and worse You should come often . How shall we devise To hold intelligence , that our true loves , On any new occasion , may agree What path is best to tread ? Phi . I have a boy , Sent by the gods , I hope , to this intent , Not ...
... true ; and worse You should come often . How shall we devise To hold intelligence , that our true loves , On any new occasion , may agree What path is best to tread ? Phi . I have a boy , Sent by the gods , I hope , to this intent , Not ...
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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...