The British Drama: pt. 1-2. TragediesWilliam Miller, printed by James Ballantyne, 1804 |
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... lady's love . May all the wrongs , that you have done to me , Be utterly forgotten in my death ! I'll trouble you no more ; yet I will take A parting kiss , and will not be denied . You'll come , my lord , and see the virgins weep ...
... lady's love . May all the wrongs , that you have done to me , Be utterly forgotten in my death ! I'll trouble you no more ; yet I will take A parting kiss , and will not be denied . You'll come , my lord , and see the virgins weep ...
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... lady was there , That men called fair and virtuous in this isle , That would have shunned my love ? It is in thee To make me hold this worth . Oh ! we vain men , That trust out all our reputation , To rest upon the weak and yielding ...
... lady was there , That men called fair and virtuous in this isle , That would have shunned my love ? It is in thee To make me hold this worth . Oh ! we vain men , That trust out all our reputation , To rest upon the weak and yielding ...
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... lady ? Ant . There , madam . Asp . Fie ! you have missed it here , Antiphila ; You are much mistaken , wench : These colours are not dull and pale enough To shew a soul so full of misery ACT III . Diph . You look as you had BRITISH ...
... lady ? Ant . There , madam . Asp . Fie ! you have missed it here , Antiphila ; You are much mistaken , wench : These colours are not dull and pale enough To shew a soul so full of misery ACT III . Diph . You look as you had BRITISH ...
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... lady's was . Do it by me ; Do it again , by me , the lost Aspatia , And you shall find all true , but the wild island . Suppose I stand upon the sea - beach now , Mine arms thus , and mine hair blown with the wind , Wild as that desart ...
... lady's was . Do it by me ; Do it again , by me , the lost Aspatia , And you shall find all true , but the wild island . Suppose I stand upon the sea - beach now , Mine arms thus , and mine hair blown with the wind , Wild as that desart ...
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... lady . I have some speech with you , That may concern your after living well . Amin . He will not tell me , that he lies with her ? If he do , something heavenly stay my heart , For I shall be apt to thrust this arm of mine To acts ...
... lady . I have some speech with you , That may concern your after living well . Amin . He will not tell me , that he lies with her ? If he do , something heavenly stay my heart , For I shall be apt to thrust this arm of mine To acts ...
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Acast Alex Amin Amintor arms Bajazet Beaumel bless blood brave Cæsar Cast Castalio Cato Char Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cleora curse dare Daugh dear death DECIUS Dion Diph DIPHILUS dost thou Drusius Enter Evad Evadne Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fate father fear fortune give gods grief hand hate hath hear heart Heaven Hengo honour hope Juba Judas kill king kiss lady Leost Leosthenes live look lord Lysimachus madam ne'er Nennius never noble o'er peace Petillius Philaster Photinus pity POLYPERCHON Pompey prince Ptol Ptolomy Pyrrhus queen revenge Roch Roman Romont ruin SCENE scorn shew slave soldier sorrow soul speak Suet sweet sword Syphax tears tell thee thou art thou hast thought Thra Timag Twas Vent virtue weep wilt wretched wrong
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Сторінка 13 - Do my face (If thou had'st ever feeling of a sorrow) Thus, thus, Antiphila : strive to make me look Like Sorrow's monument ; and the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless ; let the rocks Groan with continual surges ; and behind me, Make all a desolation.
Сторінка 198 - O'er fourscore thousand men, of whom each one Is braver than himself ? Vent. You conquered for him ; Philippi knows it : there you shared with him That empire, which your sword made all your own. Ant. Fool that I was ! upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren till I was tired with soaring, And now he mounts above me.
Сторінка 279 - And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
Сторінка 248 - Redeemed her life with half the loss of mine; Like a rich conquest in one hand I bore her, And with the other...
Сторінка 56 - and dressed myself In habit of a boy; and, for I knew My birth no match for you, I was past hope Of having you; and, understanding well That when I made discovery of my sex I...
Сторінка 347 - Marcia tow'rs above her sex : True, she is fair, (oh how divinely fair !) But still the lovely maid improves her charms With inward greatness, unaffected wisdom, And sanctity of manners.
Сторінка 203 - Was not thy fury quite disarmed with wonder? Didst thou not shrink behind me from those eyes And whisper in my ear — Oh, tell her not That I accused her with my brother's death ? DOLA.
Сторінка 195 - They said they would not fight for Cleopatra. Why should they fight indeed, to make her conquer, And make you more a slave ? to gain you kingdoms, Which, for a kiss, at your next midnight feast, You'll sell to her ? Then she new-names her jewels, And calls this diamond such or such a tax ; Each pendant in her ear shall be a province.
Сторінка 347 - 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 279 - Looking tranquillity! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold. And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart.