Bell's British Theatre: Consisting of the Most Esteemed English Plays, Том 3John Bell and under the direction of George Cawthorn, British Library, Strand, 1797 |
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... hand that rais'd thee first , Half dead and drooping o'er thy father's grave , Completes it's bounty , and restores thy name To that high rank and lustre which it boasted , Before ungrateful Genoa had forgot The merit of thy god - like ...
... hand that rais'd thee first , Half dead and drooping o'er thy father's grave , Completes it's bounty , and restores thy name To that high rank and lustre which it boasted , Before ungrateful Genoa had forgot The merit of thy god - like ...
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... hands , And cries , false , false Lothario ! Loth . Oh , no more ! I swear thou'lt spoil thy pretty face with crying , And thou hast beauty that may make thy fortune : 240 Some keeping cardinal shall doat upon thee , And barter Ciij A ...
... hands , And cries , false , false Lothario ! Loth . Oh , no more ! I swear thou'lt spoil thy pretty face with crying , And thou hast beauty that may make thy fortune : 240 Some keeping cardinal shall doat upon thee , And barter Ciij A ...
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... hand to Altamont . By Heav'n ' tis well ! such ever be the gifts With which I greet the man whom my soul hates . But to go on ! [ Aside . -Wish- -Heart- -Honour- too faithless- Weakness - to - morrow- last trouble - lost Calista . Women ...
... hand to Altamont . By Heav'n ' tis well ! such ever be the gifts With which I greet the man whom my soul hates . But to go on ! [ Aside . -Wish- -Heart- -Honour- too faithless- Weakness - to - morrow- last trouble - lost Calista . Women ...
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... hand to Alta- · mont , in spite of my weakness for the false Lotha- rio . I could almost wish I had that heart , and that honour to bestow with it , which you have robb'd ' me of : Damnation to the rest- < [ Reads again . But , Oh ! I ...
... hand to Alta- · mont , in spite of my weakness for the false Lotha- rio . I could almost wish I had that heart , and that honour to bestow with it , which you have robb'd ' me of : Damnation to the rest- < [ Reads again . But , Oh ! I ...
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... hand has heap'd on us ! Hold , let me take a moment's thought- Lav . My lord ! Enter LAVINIA . Trust me , it joys my heart that I have found you . Enquiring wherefore you had left the company , 341 Before my brother's nuptial rites were ...
... hand has heap'd on us ! Hold , let me take a moment's thought- Lav . My lord ! Enter LAVINIA . Trust me , it joys my heart that I have found you . Enquiring wherefore you had left the company , 341 Before my brother's nuptial rites were ...
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Bell's British Theatre: Consisting of the Most Esteemed English Plays ..., Том 3 Повний перегляд - 1791 |
Bell's British Theatre: Consisting of the Most Esteemed English Plays ..., Том 3 Повний перегляд - 1792 |
Bell's British Theatre: Consisting of the Most Esteemed English Plays ..., Том 3 Повний перегляд - 1791 |
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Alic Altamont Anna arms 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 FAIR PENITENT fame fatal fate father fear foes fond forgive friendship gentle give Glen Glenalvon Glost grace grief hand happy hear heart Heav'n honour 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 weep woes wretch youth
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Сторінка 79 - 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 ! Eternity ! thou pleasing, dreadful thought ! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes and changes must we pass ; The wide, th...
Сторінка 36 - 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 78 - When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.
Сторінка 79 - Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man. Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes and changes must we pass? The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it.
Сторінка 34 - 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 33 - My voice is still for war. Gods ! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slavery or death ? No ; let us rise at once, gird on our swords, And, at the head of our remaining troops, Attack the foe, break through the thick array Of his thronged legions, and charge home upon him.
Сторінка 79 - 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 79 - 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. But when ? or where ? This world was made for Caesar — I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them.
Сторінка 53 - With all the strength and heats of eloquence Fraternal love and friendship can inspire. Tell her thy brother languishes to death, And fades away, and withers in his bloom...
Сторінка 36 - Whom, with a troop of fifty chosen men, I met advancing. The pursuit I led, Till we o'ertook the spoil-encumber'd foe. We fought and conquer'd. E're a sword was drawn, An arrow from my bow had pierc'd their chief, Who wore that day the arms which now I wear.