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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... give thy Friend a Pain , Be ftill the Partner of my Heart , and share In Arms and Glory with me ; but , Oh ! leave , Leave me alone to struggle thro ' one Thought , One secret anxious Pang that jars within me , That makes me act a ...
... give thy Friend a Pain , Be ftill the Partner of my Heart , and share In Arms and Glory with me ; but , Oh ! leave , Leave me alone to struggle thro ' one Thought , One secret anxious Pang that jars within me , That makes me act a ...
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... give thee back thy Vows , And bid thee fin fecure , be fafely perjur'd . Since if our Gods behold thee with my Eyes , Their Thunder shall be kept for nobler Vengeance , And what they fcorn , like me they fhall forgive , " KING . When ...
... give thee back thy Vows , And bid thee fin fecure , be fafely perjur'd . Since if our Gods behold thee with my Eyes , Their Thunder shall be kept for nobler Vengeance , And what they fcorn , like me they fhall forgive , " KING . When ...
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... give thee half her Sorrows . ARIBERT . Give me all , Ev'n all , the Pain you feel , and let my Truth Be greatly try'd ; let there be much to fuffer , To prove how much my willing Heart can bear , To eafe my King , my Brother , and my ...
... give thee half her Sorrows . ARIBERT . Give me all , Ev'n all , the Pain you feel , and let my Truth Be greatly try'd ; let there be much to fuffer , To prove how much my willing Heart can bear , To eafe my King , my Brother , and my ...
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... give is yours . If I am circumfcrib'd by Fate , Oh pity me , That I can do no more ; for Oh ! my King , I would be worthy of a Brother's Name , Would keep up all my Int'reft in your Heart , ' That when I kneel before you ( as it foon ...
... give is yours . If I am circumfcrib'd by Fate , Oh pity me , That I can do no more ; for Oh ! my King , I would be worthy of a Brother's Name , Would keep up all my Int'reft in your Heart , ' That when I kneel before you ( as it foon ...
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... give it , To buy your Peace of Mind . ARIBERT . Alas ! what mean'st thou SE OFRID . Does it not follow plain ? fhall not the King Turn all his Rage upon this hoary Head ? Shall not all Arts of Cruelty be try'd , To find out Tortures ...
... give it , To buy your Peace of Mind . ARIBERT . Alas ! what mean'st thou SE OFRID . Does it not follow plain ? fhall not the King Turn all his Rage upon this hoary Head ? Shall not all Arts of Cruelty be try'd , To find out Tortures ...
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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.