The modern British drama, Volume 21811 |
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... bless the offspring of his brain ; And I , your proxy , promis'd in your name , The child should live , at least six days of fame . I like the brat , but still his faults can find ; And , by the parent's leave , will speak my mind ...
... bless the offspring of his brain ; And I , your proxy , promis'd in your name , The child should live , at least six days of fame . I like the brat , but still his faults can find ; And , by the parent's leave , will speak my mind ...
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... bless me ! The queen of Thrace can answer that sad ques- tion . She had two sons ; but two : and so have I. Misfortune stands with her bow ever bent Over the world ; and he , who wounds another , Directs the goddess , by that part he ...
... bless me ! The queen of Thrace can answer that sad ques- tion . She had two sons ; but two : and so have I. Misfortune stands with her bow ever bent Over the world ; and he , who wounds another , Directs the goddess , by that part he ...
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... bless me and my son to - morrow ? Erix . Since you request , and your affairs de- mand it , Without a blush , I think I may comply . Dem . False are my senses ! False both ear and eye ! All , all be rather false than her I love ! Erix ...
... bless me and my son to - morrow ? Erix . Since you request , and your affairs de- mand it , Without a blush , I think I may comply . Dem . False are my senses ! False both ear and eye ! All , all be rather false than her I love ! Erix ...
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... bless , Love only feels the marvellous of pain ; Opens new veins of torture in the soul , And wakes the nerve , where agonies are born . E'en Dymas , Perseus , ( hearts of adamant ! ) Might weep these torments of their mortal foe . Erix ...
... bless , Love only feels the marvellous of pain ; Opens new veins of torture in the soul , And wakes the nerve , where agonies are born . E'en Dymas , Perseus , ( hearts of adamant ! ) Might weep these torments of their mortal foe . Erix ...
Página 47
... public blessings are his virtues due . Shout , Britons , shout ! auspicious fortune bless , And cry , long live - our title to success ! A BY WHEN breathing statues mould'ring waste away , And YOUNG . ] 47 THE BROTHERS .
... public blessings are his virtues due . Shout , Britons , shout ! auspicious fortune bless , And cry , long live - our title to success ! A BY WHEN breathing statues mould'ring waste away , And YOUNG . ] 47 THE BROTHERS .
Palavras e frases frequentes
Alic Arden arms Arsi ARSINOE art thou Arvida Athelwold Barn behold bless blood bosom breast brother Cali Char charms crime Crist Cristina cruel curse dæmon dare dear death Demetrius dost thou dreadful Dumnorix Dymas e'er Elfrida ELIDURUS Enob Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith fame fate father fear give Glan grief guilt Gust Gustavus hand happy hath hear heart Heaven honour hope Horatia horror innocence Irene king Lady live look lord Lucy Macedon madam Mandane Mariamne mercy murder ne'er never o'er pain Palmira passion peace Perseus pity prince queen rage Rome ruin Sameas SCENE Selim shame slave smiles soul speak Stuke sword tears tell thee thine Thor thou art thought throne Timur tremble Twas tyrant vengeance Venusia virtue weep Wilm woes wretch youth Zamti Zaph Zara
Passagens conhecidas
Página 566 - I do not think my sister so to seek, Or so unprincipled in virtue's book, And the sweet peace that goodness bosoms ever, As that the single want of light and noise (Not being in danger, as I trust she is not) Could stir the constant mood of her calm thoughts, And put them into misbecoming plight.
Página 570 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Página 564 - My best guide now : methought it was the sound Of riot and ill-managed merriment, Such as the jocund flute, or gamesome pipe, Stirs up among the loose unletter'd hinds, When, for their teeming flocks, and granges full, In wanton dance they praise the bounteous Pan, And thank the gods amiss.
Página 563 - The star that bids the shepherd fold Now the top of heaven doth hold ; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream ; And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole ; Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east.
Página 569 - I was all ear, !(« And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death.
Página 570 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe...
Página 574 - Hours Thither all their bounties bring. There eternal Summer dwells, And west winds with musky wing About the cedarn alleys fling Nard and cassia's balmy smells.
Página 565 - Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots ; Their port was more than human, as they stood : I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i
Página 572 - Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, Covering the earth with odours, fruits and flocks, Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable, But all to please, and sate the curious taste...
Página 565 - And yet is most pretended : in a place Less warranted than this, or less secure, I cannot be, that I should fear to change it. Eye me, blest Providence, and square my trial To my proportioned strength ! Shepherd, lead on.