The British drama, Том 11804 |
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Сторінка 37
... true to you . What shall we do , gallants ? ' tis late . The king Is up still ; see , he comes ; a guard along With him . Enter KING , ARETHUSA , and guard . King . Look your intelligence be true . Are . Upon my life , it is : And I do ...
... true to you . What shall we do , gallants ? ' tis late . The king Is up still ; see , he comes ; a guard along With him . Enter KING , ARETHUSA , and guard . King . Look your intelligence be true . Are . Upon my life , it is : And I do ...
Сторінка 38
... true . Dion . Ay ; and ' tis the gods , That raised this punishment , to scourge the king With his own issue . Is it not a shame For us , that should write noble in the land , For us , that should be freemen , to behold A man , that is ...
... true . Dion . Ay ; and ' tis the gods , That raised this punishment , to scourge the king With his own issue . Is it not a shame For us , that should write noble in the land , For us , that should be freemen , to behold A man , that is ...
Сторінка 46
... true ; if false , let mischief light On all the world at once ! Sword , print my wounds Upon this sleeping boy ! I have none , I think , Are mortal , nor would I lay greater on thee . [ Wounds him . Bel . Oh ! Death , I hope , is come ...
... true ; if false , let mischief light On all the world at once ! Sword , print my wounds Upon this sleeping boy ! I have none , I think , Are mortal , nor would I lay greater on thee . [ Wounds him . Bel . Oh ! Death , I hope , is come ...
Сторінка 48
... true To such a wretch as I ; I shall die loathed . Enjoy your kingdoms peaceably , whilst I For ever sleep , forgotten with my faults ! Every just servant , every maid in love , Will have a piece of me , if ye be true . Are . My dear ...
... true To such a wretch as I ; I shall die loathed . Enjoy your kingdoms peaceably , whilst I For ever sleep , forgotten with my faults ! Every just servant , every maid in love , Will have a piece of me , if ye be true . Are . My dear ...
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... true , sweet : Excess of love can work such miracles . Upon this ivory forehead are intrenched Ten thousand rivals , and these suns command Supplies from all the world , on pain to forfeit Their comfortable beams ; these ruby lips , A ...
... true , sweet : Excess of love can work such miracles . Upon this ivory forehead are intrenched Ten thousand rivals , and these suns command Supplies from all the world , on pain to forfeit Their comfortable beams ; these ruby lips , A ...
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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...