British Theatre: The mourning bride, by Mr. Congreve. 1791. Douglas, by John Home. 1791. The Albion queens; or, The death of Mary, queen of Scots, by J. Banks. 1791J. Bell, 1791 |
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... rising slowly to soft music , discovers ALMERIA in mourning , LEONORA waiting in mourning . After the music , ALMERIA rises from her chair , and comes forward . Almeria . MUSIC has charms to sooth a savage breast , To soften rocks , or ...
... rising slowly to soft music , discovers ALMERIA in mourning , LEONORA waiting in mourning . After the music , ALMERIA rises from her chair , and comes forward . Almeria . MUSIC has charms to sooth a savage breast , To soften rocks , or ...
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... Rising . ( If such there be in angry Heaven's vengeance ) Than any I have yet endur'd - And now My heart has some relief ; having so well Discharg'd this debt , incumbent on my love . Yet , one thing more I wou'd engage from thee . Leon ...
... Rising . ( If such there be in angry Heaven's vengeance ) Than any I have yet endur'd - And now My heart has some relief ; having so well Discharg'd this debt , incumbent on my love . Yet , one thing more I wou'd engage from thee . Leon ...
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... rise - My best Gonsalez , rise . What , tears ! my good old friend- Gon . But tears of joy . Believe me , Sir , to see you thus , has fill'd Mine eyes with more delight than they can hold . King . By Heav'n , thou lov'st me , and I'm ...
... rise - My best Gonsalez , rise . What , tears ! my good old friend- Gon . But tears of joy . Believe me , Sir , to see you thus , has fill'd Mine eyes with more delight than they can hold . King . By Heav'n , thou lov'st me , and I'm ...
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... Rise , Garcia - I forgot . Yet stay , Almeria . Alm . My boding heart ! -What is your pleasure , Sir ? King . Draw near , and give your hand , and , Gar- cia , yours : Receive this lord , as one whom I have found Worthy to be your ...
... Rise , Garcia - I forgot . Yet stay , Almeria . Alm . My boding heart ! -What is your pleasure , Sir ? King . Draw near , and give your hand , and , Gar- cia , yours : Receive this lord , as one whom I have found Worthy to be your ...
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... rise and reach Our wish ; and that obtain'd , down with the scaf- folding Of sceptres , crowns , and thrones ; they've serv'd their end , And are , like lumber , to be left and scorn'd . Osm . Why was I made the instrument to throw In ...
... rise and reach Our wish ; and that obtain'd , down with the scaf- folding Of sceptres , crowns , and thrones ; they've serv'd their end , And are , like lumber , to be left and scorn'd . Osm . Why was I made the instrument to throw In ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Almeria Alonzo Alphonso Anna arms Behold blood bosom brave breast Cecil Child Maurice crown cruel curs'd Davison dead death deed didst dost thou Doug Douglas dread duke Duke of NORFOLK earth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fatal fate father fear foes Garcia give Glen Glenalvon Gons Gonsalez grief guard hand hast hear heart Heav'n Heli hopes husband innocence JOHN HOME King kneel Lady RANDOLPH Leon live look Lord RANDOLPH lov'd majesty Mary maun mercy mistress Morton mourn mutes ne'er noble Norfolk Norval o'er Osmyn PEREZ pity prince PRINCE of WALES princess prisoner queen of Scotland rage revenge royal SCENE SELIM shew slave soul speak sword tears tell thee thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt thought traitor Twas Twill valour virtue weep Whilst wretched Zara
Passagens conhecidas
Página 63 - Heav'n has no rage like love to hatred turn'd, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorn'd.
Página 36 - Whom, with a troop of fifty chosen men, I met advancing. The pursuit I led, Till we o'ertook the spoil-encumber'd foe. We fought and conquer'd. E're a sword was drawn, An arrow from my bow had pierc'd their chief, Who wore that day the arms which now I wear.
Página 35 - My name is Norval ! on the Grampian hills My father feeds his flocks : a frugal swain, Whose constant cares were to increase his store, And keep his only son, myself, at home. For I had heard of battles, and I long'd To follow to the field some warlike lord : And Heav'n soon granted what my sire denied.
Página 35 - They turn'd upon him: but his active arm Struck to the ground, from whence they rose no more, The fiercest two; the others fled amain, And left him master of the bloody field. Speak, Lady Randolph : upon Beauty's tongue Dwell accents pleasing to the brave and bold. Speak, noble dame, and thank him for thy lord. LADY RANDOLPH.
Página 31 - Looking tranquillity ! it strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart.
Página 67 - Oh, thou all-righteous and eternal King, Who father of the fatherless art call'd, Protect my son ! Thy inspiration, Lord ! Hath fill'd his bosom with that sacred fire, Which in the breasts of his forefathers burn'd ! Set him on high like them, that he may shine, The star and glory of his native land ! Then let the minister of death descend, And bear my willing spirit to it's place.
Página 74 - Through skies, where I could count each little star. The fanning west wind scarcely stirs the leaves ; The river, rushing o'er its pebbled bed, Imposes silence, with a stilly sound. In such a place as this, at such an hour, If ancestry...
Página 71 - Therefore I thank Glenalvon for his counsel, Although it sounded harshly. Why remind Me of my birth obscure ? Why slur my power With such contemptuous terms ? Glen.
Página 31 - 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.
Página 18 - Which are diffused through the revolving year, Come, heavy-laden with the oppressing weight, To me ; with me, successively, they leave The sighs, the tears, the groans, the restless cares, And all the damps of grief, that did retard their flight; They shake their downy wings, and scatter all The dire collected dews on my poor head ; Then fly with joy and swiftness from me.