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answer arms Arvida bear believe better Biron Blan bless blood brave bring brother captive cause charms child Christ christian Christina comes court danger dear death Enter Exeunt Exit expect eyes faith fall fate father fear follow force fortune give Governor Greece Greeks grief Gust Gustavus hand happy hast hate hear heart Heav'n Hermione hold honour hopes hour I'll Imoinda Isabella king lead leave liberty live look lord lost Madam means mind never night Nurse once Orestes OROONOKO Osman passion pity poor pow'r prince Pyrrhus rise royal SCENE Slav slave soon soul speak sure tears tell thank thee thing thou thought turn virtue wants wish wretched wrongs Zara
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Página 16 - What prospect of success from an apostate? On whom I cannot look without disdain ; And who will read her shame upon my brow. The hardest trial of a generous mind Is to court favours from a hand it scorns. Cha. Think it is Lusignan we seek to serve.
Página 44 - To give me any comfort, if she could ; Lost to herself — as quickly I shall be To all the world — Horrors come fast around me ; My mind is overcast — the gath'ring clouds Darken the prospect — I approach the brink, And soon must leap the precipice ! Oh ! Heav'n ! [Kneels. While yet my senses are my own, thus kneeling...
Página 21 - But from that blessed day I never saw him more — yet still to this, I bow, as to the relics of my saint : Each morn I drop a tear on every bead, Count all the glories of Gustavus o'er, And think I still behold him.
Página 28 - Heaven forbid that you should ever know A mother's sorrow for an only son. Her joy, her bliss, her last surviving comfort ! When every hour she trembles for his life! Your power o'er Pyrrhus may relieve my fears. Alas, what danger is there in a child, Sav'd from the wreck of a whole ruin'd empire 1 Let me go hide him in some desert isle : You may rely upon my tender care To keep him far from perils of ambition : All he can learn of me, will be to weep.
Página 22 - ... shed ! How will she then, In bitterness of heart, reproach my name! Then, to complete her woes, will I espouse Hermione — Twill stab her to the heart ! Phcsn.
Página 30 - Oh ! this separation Has made you dearer, if it can be so, Than you were ever to me. You appear Like a kind star to my benighted steps, To guide me on my way to happiness : I cannot miss it now.
Página 16 - A temple sav'd us, till the slaughter ceas'd ; Then were we sent to this ill-fated city, Here, in the palace of our former kings, To learn, from Saracens, their hated faith, And be completely wretched. Zara, too...
Página 14 - The slavish habit best becomes me now. Hard fare and whips, and chains may overpow'r The frailer flesh, and bow my body down : But there's another, nobler part of me, Out of your reach, which you can never tame.
Página 36 - I was preserv'd but to be made a slave ; I often writ to my hard father, but never had An answer ; I writ to thee too / Isa.
Página 43 - Ob, happy ! happy thou, Who thus can sleep ! I never shall sleep more — • If then to sleep be to be happy, he, Who sleeps the longest, is the happiest ; Death is the longest sleep — Oh, have a care!