The Fair Penitent: A TragedyP. Wogan, 1797 - 57 стор. |
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... all is vile ; since I can only Swear you reign here , but never tell how much . " Sci . It is enough ; I know thee , thou art honest ; " Goodness innate , and worth hereditary " Are in A & t I. 15 THE FAIR PENITENT .
... all is vile ; since I can only Swear you reign here , but never tell how much . " Sci . It is enough ; I know thee , thou art honest ; " Goodness innate , and worth hereditary " Are in A & t I. 15 THE FAIR PENITENT .
Сторінка 18
... tell thee : Once in a lone and secret hour of night , When ev'ry eye was clos'd , and the pale moon And stars alone shone conscious of the theft , Hot with the Tuscan grape , and high in blood , Hap'ly I stole unheeded to her chamber ...
... tell thee : Once in a lone and secret hour of night , When ev'ry eye was clos'd , and the pale moon And stars alone shone conscious of the theft , Hot with the Tuscan grape , and high in blood , Hap'ly I stole unheeded to her chamber ...
Сторінка 20
... tell the story of her woes , That grief of heart which your unkindness gives her . [ Lothario reads . Your cruelty - Obedience to my father -- Give my hand to Altamont . By Heav'n ' tis well ! such ever be the gifts With which I greet ...
... tell the story of her woes , That grief of heart which your unkindness gives her . [ Lothario reads . Your cruelty - Obedience to my father -- Give my hand to Altamont . By Heav'n ' tis well ! such ever be the gifts With which I greet ...
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... tell the story of her woes , That grief of heart which your unkindness gives her . [ Lothario reads . Your cruelty - Obedience to my father -- Give my hand to Altamont . By Heav'n ' tis well ! such ever be the gifts With which I greet ...
... tell the story of her woes , That grief of heart which your unkindness gives her . [ Lothario reads . Your cruelty - Obedience to my father -- Give my hand to Altamont . By Heav'n ' tis well ! such ever be the gifts With which I greet ...
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... Tell me , my love , and ease my anxious thoughts , That I may take you gently in my arms , Sooth you to rest , and soften all your pains . Hor . It were unjust - No , let me spare my friend , the fatal secret in my breast , Lock up Nor tell ...
... Tell me , my love , and ease my anxious thoughts , That I may take you gently in my arms , Sooth you to rest , and soften all your pains . Hor . It were unjust - No , let me spare my friend , the fatal secret in my breast , Lock up Nor tell ...
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Alic Altamont Anna arms bear beauty behold bless bosom brave breast British Library brother Cæsar Calista Cato Cato's charms Child Maurice Curiatius curse dear death Decius dost thou Douglas dreadful e'er Enter Ev'n ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes FAIR PENITENT fame fate father fear foes fond forgive friendship gentle give Glen Glenalvon Glost gods grace grief hand happy hear heart Heav'n honour hope Horatia JANE SHORE Juba live look Lord HASTINGS Loth Lothario lov'd Lucia Lucius maid Marcia Marcus never noble Norval Numidian o'er passion peace Pharsalia pity Portius pow'r prince rage Roman Roman senate Rome SCENE Sciolto scorn Sempronius shalt shame sorrows soul speak sword Syph Syphax tears tell tender thee thine thou art thou hast thought Twas Valeria vengeance virtue woes wretch youth
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Сторінка 89 - That shall convey you to the wish'd-for port, Is there aught else, my friends, I can do for you ? The conqueror draws near. Once more farewell ! If e'er we meet hereafter, we shall meet In happier climes, and on a safer shore, Where Caesar never shall approach us more.
Сторінка 43 - CATO. Let not a torrent of impetuous zeal Transport thee thus beyond the bounds of reason: True fortitude is seen in great exploits, That justice warrants, and that wisdom guides; All else is tow'ring frenzy and distraction.
Сторінка 44 - Were to refuse th' awards of Providence, And not to rest in heaven's determination. Already have we shown our love to Rome, Now let us show submission to the gods. We took up arms, not to revenge ourselves, But free the common-wealth ; when this end fails, Arms have no further use : our country's cause, That drew our swords, now wrests...
Сторінка 41 - Rush'd like a torrent down upon the vale, Sweeping our flocks and herds. The shepherds fled For safety, and for succour. I alone, . With bended bow, and quiver full of arrows, Hover'd about the enemy, and mark'd The road he took, then hasted to my friends; Whom with a troop of fifty chosen men, I met advancing.
Сторінка 75 - Know, villains, when such paltry slaves presume To mix in treason, if the plot succeeds, They're thrown neglected by; but, if it fails, They're sure to die like dogs, as you shall do. Here, take these factious monsters, drag them forth To sudden death.
Сторінка 44 - Twill never be too late To sue for chains, and own a conqueror. Why should Rome fall a moment ere her time...
Сторінка 36 - 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 41 - My name is Norval ! on the Grampian hills My father feeds his flocks : a frugal swain, Whose constant cares were to increase his store, And keep his only son, myself, at home. For I had heard of battles, and I long'd To follow to the field some warlike lord : And Heav'n soon granted what my sire denied.
Сторінка 74 - Do thou, great liberty, inspire our souls, And make our lives in thy possession happy, Or our deaths glorious in thy just defence.
Сторінка 26 - Remember what our father oft has told us : The ways of heaven are dark and intricate, Puzzled in mazes, and perplex'd with errors : Our understanding traces them in vain, Lost and bewilder'd in the fruitless search : Nor sees with how much art the windings run, Nor where the regular confusion ends.