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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... sorrows like your own : Here see imperious love his vassals treat As hardly as ambition does the great ; See how succeeding passions rage by turns , How fierce the youth with joy and rapture burns , And how to death , for beauty lost ...
... sorrows like your own : Here see imperious love his vassals treat As hardly as ambition does the great ; See how succeeding passions rage by turns , How fierce the youth with joy and rapture burns , And how to death , for beauty lost ...
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... sorrow , Who bids my days be blest with peace and plenty , And satisfies my soul with love and beauty . Enter SCIOLTO ; he runs to ALTAMONT , and em- braces him . Sci . Joy to thee , Altamont ! Joy to myself ! Joy to this happy morn ...
... sorrow , Who bids my days be blest with peace and plenty , And satisfies my soul with love and beauty . Enter SCIOLTO ; he runs to ALTAMONT , and em- braces him . Sci . Joy to thee , Altamont ! Joy to myself ! Joy to this happy morn ...
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... sorrows when I saw thee , Adorn'd and lovely in thy filial tears , The mourner and redeemer of thy father , I set thee down , and seal'd thee for my own : Thou art my son , ev'n near me as Calista . Horatia and Lavinia too are mine ...
... sorrows when I saw thee , Adorn'd and lovely in thy filial tears , The mourner and redeemer of thy father , I set thee down , and seal'd thee for my own : Thou art my son , ev'n near me as Calista . Horatia and Lavinia too are mine ...
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... sorrows were her own , Nor in a father's power to dispose of . Sci . Away ! it is the cozenage of their sex ; One of the common arts they practise on us : To sigh and weep then when their hearts beat high With expectation of the coming ...
... sorrows were her own , Nor in a father's power to dispose of . Sci . Away ! it is the cozenage of their sex ; One of the common arts they practise on us : To sigh and weep then when their hearts beat high With expectation of the coming ...
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... sorrows from the prying world ; At night she watches all the long , long hours , And listens to the winds and beating rain , ' With sighs as loud , and tears that fall as fast . Then , ever and anon , she wrings her hands , And cries ...
... sorrows from the prying world ; At night she watches all the long , long hours , And listens to the winds and beating rain , ' With sighs as loud , and tears that fall as fast . Then , ever and anon , she wrings her hands , And cries ...
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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.