The Works of Nicholas Rowe, Esq; ...J. and R. Tonson, T. Osborne, T. Waller, T. Longman, T. Caslon, C. Corbett, T. Lowndes, W. Nicoll, S. Bladon, and M. Richardson., 1766 - 373 стор. |
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... Death , and Immortality ; Of gnashing Fiends beneath , and Pains eternal ; Of ftarry Thrones , and endlefs Joys above . My very Soul was aw'd , was fhook within me ; Methought I heard diftinct , I faw most plain , Some Angel , in my ...
... Death , and Immortality ; Of gnashing Fiends beneath , and Pains eternal ; Of ftarry Thrones , and endlefs Joys above . My very Soul was aw'd , was fhook within me ; Methought I heard diftinct , I faw most plain , Some Angel , in my ...
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Nicholas Rowe. Whofe Faith , in Perils oft , and oft in Death , Severely had been try'd , and never broke , Such is the Truth , and fuch the grateful Mind Of royal Hengift to the princely Offa . Nor you , fair Princefs , frown , if Wars ...
Nicholas Rowe. Whofe Faith , in Perils oft , and oft in Death , Severely had been try'd , and never broke , Such is the Truth , and fuch the grateful Mind Of royal Hengift to the princely Offa . Nor you , fair Princefs , frown , if Wars ...
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... defign'd ; And while the meaner Sort from Death are freed , The mighty Bull , that wont the Herd to lead , Is doom'd for fatal Excellence to bleed . [ Exeunt . ACT ACT II . SCENE I. Enter the KING and SEO The ROYAL CONVERT . 21.
... defign'd ; And while the meaner Sort from Death are freed , The mighty Bull , that wont the Herd to lead , Is doom'd for fatal Excellence to bleed . [ Exeunt . ACT ACT II . SCENE I. Enter the KING and SEO The ROYAL CONVERT . 21.
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... KING . Come near , my Brother ; And while I lean thus fondly on thy Bofom , I will disclose my inmost Soul to thee , And shew thee ev'ry fecret Sorrow there . I love , I love , my Aribert ; I dote to Death 26 The ROYAL CONVERT .
... KING . Come near , my Brother ; And while I lean thus fondly on thy Bofom , I will disclose my inmost Soul to thee , And shew thee ev'ry fecret Sorrow there . I love , I love , my Aribert ; I dote to Death 26 The ROYAL CONVERT .
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Nicholas Rowe. I love , my Aribert ; I dote to Death : The raging flame has touch'd my Heart , my Brain , And Madness will enfue . ARI BERT . " Tis most unhappy ! But fay , what royal Maid , or Saxon born , Or in the British Court , what ...
Nicholas Rowe. I love , my Aribert ; I dote to Death : The raging flame has touch'd my Heart , my Brain , And Madness will enfue . ARI BERT . " Tis most unhappy ! But fay , what royal Maid , or Saxon born , Or in the British Court , what ...
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againſt ALICIA ARIBER ARIBERT Arms art thou Beauty behold BELLMOUR Bleffings Bofom Breaft Britons Caufe Cauſe Crown Curfe dear Death doft thou Enter ETHELINDA ev'n ev'ry Exeunt Eyes facred fafe fair Faith fame Fate fave fcorn Fears fecret feek feems fhall fhould fince firft foft fome Friend Friendſhip ftand ftill fuch fure GARDINER gentle GLO'S GLO'STER Gods Grace Guard GUILFORD Haftings Hand HASTINGS Heart Heav'n Honor Hopes JANE SHORE juft King Lady JANE laft Lord Lord Guilford Dudley Love Mafter moft muft muſt myſelf noble NORTHUMBERLAND o'er Offa OFRID once OSWAL Paffion Peace PEMBROKE Pity Pleaſure Pow'r prefent Prince Queen Rage Reafon reft rife RODOGUNE royal Saxon Senfe Seofrid ſhall ſhe Sorrows Soul ſpeak ſtill SUFFOLK thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art Thought thouſand thro truft whofe Wiſh Wo't thou wou'd wretched
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Сторінка 124 - Perhaps, ev'n she may profit by th' example, And teach her beauty not to scorn my pow'r. Glost. This do, and wait me e'er the council sits. [Exeunt Rat. and Cat. My lord, y'are well encountred ; here has been A fair petitioner this morning with us ; Believe me, she has won me much to pity her: Alas! her gentle nature was not made To buffet with adversity. I told her How worthily her cause you had befriended ; How much for your good sake we meant to do, That you had spoke, and all things should be...
Сторінка 142 - To see thee thus, thou know'st not how it wounds me; Thy agonies are added to my own, And make the burden more than I can bear. Farewell Good angels visit thy afflictions And bring thee peace and comfort from above.
Сторінка 102 - How few, like thee, inquire the wretched out, And court the offices of soft Humanity ? Like thee reserve their raiment for the naked, Reach out their bread to feed the crying orphan, Or mix their pitying tears with those that weep ? Thy praise deserves a better tongue than mine, To speak and bless thy name.
Сторінка 142 - Tis all in vain, this rage that tears thy bosom; Like a poor bird that flutters in its cage, Thou beat'st thyself to death. Retire, I beg thee; To see thee thus, thou know'st not how it wounds me; Thy agonies are added to my own, And make the burden more than I can bear.
Сторінка 141 - Here then exchange we mutually forgiveness : So may the guilt of all my broken vows, My perjuries to thee, be all forgotten, As here my soul acquits thee of my death, As here I part without one angry thought, As here I leave thee with the softest tenderness, Mourning the chance of our disastrous loves, And begging Heav'n to bless and to support thee.
Сторінка 307 - To forsake the fine folk of the town ! To think that a beauty so gay, So kind and so constant...
Сторінка 133 - That I had art and eloquence divine, To pay my duty to my master's ashes, And plead, till death, the cause of...
Сторінка 128 - Beyond or love's or friendship's sacred band, Beyond myself I prize my native land: On this foundation would I build my fame, And emulate the Greek and Roman name; Think England's peace bought cheaply with my blood, And die with pleasure for my country's good.
Сторінка 155 - Why thus indulge thy fears ? And in despair, Abandon thy distracted soul to horror ? Cast every black and guilty thought behind thee, And let 'em never vex thy quiet more.
Сторінка 149 - My guard, too, that observed me still so close, Tire in the task of their inhuman office, And loiter far behind. Alas ! I faint, My spirits fail at once — This is the door Of my Alicia Blessed opportunity ! I'll steal a little succour from her goodness, Now while no eye observes me.