The British drama, Том 11804 |
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... live to curse you : There dig a cave , and preach to birds and beasts , What woman is , and help to save them from you : How Heaven is in your eyes , but , in your hearts , More hell than hell has : How your tongues , like scorpions ...
... live to curse you : There dig a cave , and preach to birds and beasts , What woman is , and help to save them from you : How Heaven is in your eyes , but , in your hearts , More hell than hell has : How your tongues , like scorpions ...
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... live . Sirs , feel my pulse : Whether have you known A man in a more equal tune to die ? Bel . Yonder's my lady : Heaven knows I want nothing , Because I do not wish to live ; yet I Will try her charity . Oh , hear , you that have ...
... live . Sirs , feel my pulse : Whether have you known A man in a more equal tune to die ? Bel . Yonder's my lady : Heaven knows I want nothing , Because I do not wish to live ; yet I Will try her charity . Oh , hear , you that have ...
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... live you , I should then out - live Virtue and honour ; and , when that day comes , If ever I shall close these eyes but once , May I live spotted for my perjury , And waste my limbs to nothing ! Are . And I ( the woful'st maid that ...
... live you , I should then out - live Virtue and honour ; and , when that day comes , If ever I shall close these eyes but once , May I live spotted for my perjury , And waste my limbs to nothing ! Are . And I ( the woful'st maid that ...
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... live mewed up with necks of beef and turnips ! May they have many children , and none like the father ! May they know no language but that gibberish they prattle to their parcels ; unless it be the Go- thick Latin they write in their ...
... live mewed up with necks of beef and turnips ! May they have many children , and none like the father ! May they know no language but that gibberish they prattle to their parcels ; unless it be the Go- thick Latin they write in their ...
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... live , I'll have you coddled . Let him loose , my spirits ! Make us a round ring with your bills , my Hectors , and let us see what this trim man dares do . Now , sir , have at you ! Here I lie , and with this swashing blow ( do you ...
... live , I'll have you coddled . Let him loose , my spirits ! Make us a round ring with your bills , my Hectors , and let us see what this trim man dares do . Now , sir , have at you ! Here I lie , and with this swashing blow ( do you ...
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Acast Alic Amin arms art thou Arvida Bajazet bear behold bless blood bosom brave breast Cæsar Cali Cast Castalio Cato Ceph Cleo Cleon Cleora curse danger dare Daugh dear death DIPHILUS dost thou dreadful e'er Enter Eumenes Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith fate father fear fortune give gods grief guard hand happy hate hear heart Heaven Hengo honour hope Juba king Leosthenes live look lord Lysimachus madam Monimia ne'er Nennius never night noble o'er Palmira passion peace Philaster Photinus pity Pompey prince Ptol Pyrrhus rage revenge ruin SCENE scorn shame shew slave soldier sorrow soul speak sword Syphax Tamerlane tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thought Twas twill Vent villain virtue vows weep wilt wish wretch wrong Zaph Zaphna Zara
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Сторінка 358 - The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. 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 358 - 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.
Сторінка 346 - Twill never be too late To sue for chains, and own a conqueror. Why should 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 248 - Oh woman ! lovely woman ! Nature made thee To temper man : we had been brutes without you ! Angels are painted fair to look like you : There's in you all, that we believe of" heaven ; Amazing brightness, purity and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
Сторінка 210 - Heaven has but Our sorrow for our sins ; and then delights To pardon erring man : Sweet mercy seems Its darling attribute, which limits justice ; . • As if there were degrees in infinite, And infinite would rather want perfection,. * Than punish to extent, Ant.
Сторінка 10 - 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 10 - To show a soul so full of misery As this sad 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...
Сторінка 191 - Nay, stop not. Ant. Antony, — Well, thou wilt have it, — like a coward, fled, Fled while his soldiers fought ; fled first, Ventidius. Thou long'st to curse me, and I give thee leave. I know thou cam'st prepared to rail. Vent. I did.
Сторінка 276 - 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.
Сторінка 33 - Of which he borrow'd some to quench his thirst, And paid the nymph again as much in tears. A garland lay him by, made by himself, Of many several flowers, bred in the...