The British drama, Том 11804 |
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... 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 . Look , look , wenches ! A miserable life of this poor picture ...
... 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 . Look , look , wenches ! A miserable life of this poor picture ...
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... look on . Amin . I have quite undone my fame . Mel . Dry up thy watery eyes , And cast a manly look upon my face ; For nothing is so wild as I , thy friend , Till I have freed thee . Still this swelling breast ! I go thus from thee ...
... look on . Amin . I have quite undone my fame . Mel . Dry up thy watery eyes , And cast a manly look upon my face ; For nothing is so wild as I , thy friend , Till I have freed thee . Still this swelling breast ! I go thus from thee ...
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... Look you intrude no more ! There lies your way , Mel . Thou art my way , and I will tread upon thee , Till I find truth out . Evad . What truth is that , you look for ? Mel . Thy long - lost honour . ' Would the gods had set me Rather ...
... Look you intrude no more ! There lies your way , Mel . Thou art my way , and I will tread upon thee , Till I find truth out . Evad . What truth is that , you look for ? Mel . Thy long - lost honour . ' Would the gods had set me Rather ...
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... looks very pale . 2. And so he does : Pray heaven he be well ; let's look . Alas ! He's stiff , wounded and dead ! Treason , treason ! 1. Run forth and call . 2. Treason , treason ! 1. This will be laid on us : Who can believe a woman ...
... looks very pale . 2. And so he does : Pray heaven he be well ; let's look . Alas ! He's stiff , wounded and dead ! Treason , treason ! 1. Run forth and call . 2. Treason , treason ! 1. This will be laid on us : Who can believe a woman ...
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... Looks not Evadne beauteous , with these rites now ? Were those hours half so lovely in thine eyes , When our hands met before the holy man ? I was too foul within to look fair then : Since I knew ill , I was not free till now . Amin ...
... Looks not Evadne beauteous , with these rites now ? Were those hours half so lovely in thine eyes , When our hands met before the holy man ? I was too foul within to look fair then : Since I knew ill , I was not free till now . Amin ...
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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...