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How shall I plead your patience ? how essay To win your gentle favour for our
play ? Had I the lute of Orpheus , I might move Your hearts ' best wishes for the
heart's “ First Love . " But I , who boast no superhuman power To aid our author in
...
How shall I plead your patience ? how essay To win your gentle favour for our
play ? Had I the lute of Orpheus , I might move Your hearts ' best wishes for the
heart's “ First Love . " But I , who boast no superhuman power To aid our author in
...
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Beholding this , she started up , and fell Down at my feet , and sobbed and
prayed Until her gentle heart seemed fit to break ; And then , declaring I had not
her love , Nor ever could have , besought me straight to leave Her ! GRIMES .
Beholding this , she started up , and fell Down at my feet , and sobbed and
prayed Until her gentle heart seemed fit to break ; And then , declaring I had not
her love , Nor ever could have , besought me straight to leave Her ! GRIMES .
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Ah , gentle flowers , sweet children of the light , Whose voice is incense , use thy
magic sway ! Tell her , this heart is clouded o'er with night , And ' t is with her to
make that darkness day ! " Oh , hush , my conscious heart ! What's here ?
Ah , gentle flowers , sweet children of the light , Whose voice is incense , use thy
magic sway ! Tell her , this heart is clouded o'er with night , And ' t is with her to
make that darkness day ! " Oh , hush , my conscious heart ! What's here ?
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Then do not sigh , my gentle one , But dry the tear which dims your eye ; For
though bright days are fled and gone , We must not CHERISH MISERY ! IOLA .
We must ; —we must ! On me will never shine Those happy days I pictured as
divine !
Then do not sigh , my gentle one , But dry the tear which dims your eye ; For
though bright days are fled and gone , We must not CHERISH MISERY ! IOLA .
We must ; —we must ! On me will never shine Those happy days I pictured as
divine !
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Thou speak'st in riddles . ADELE . It is my privilege , oh , thou most beautiful !
IOLA ( cutting a lock of her hair ) . Kneel , gentle girl . ( Adele kneels . ) Oh , come
to - morrow night ; come every eve : I could die with thee ; without thee , cannot
live !
Thou speak'st in riddles . ADELE . It is my privilege , oh , thou most beautiful !
IOLA ( cutting a lock of her hair ) . Kneel , gentle girl . ( Adele kneels . ) Oh , come
to - morrow night ; come every eve : I could die with thee ; without thee , cannot
live !
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ADELE advancing ANNETTE arms bear beautiful BELLOWS bond break bright burst cavalier child clouds comes dark dear death deceived door dost dress Enter Exit eyes face failed fainting fair father fear fire flat flowers follow gaze gentle gipsy girl give gold hair hand happy Hark hast head hear heard heart hope Hurrah IOLA kissing knock known lady LANDLORD Lester Burton light living lola look lost MARGARET Master Grimes means merry never night noise nurse o'er OMNES once pass passionately PERCY Poor pray pretty retires runs rush SCENE seen Sir William Stanton SMUGGLER soul speak stand starting strange sure sweet tears tell thee thine thou thought thunder To-morrow true truth unto voice weep wild young youth
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Informação bibliográfica
| Título | First Love: a Drama [in five acts, and in prose and verse]. |
| Autor | Conway Edwards |
| Editora | Sherwood, 1841 |
| Original de | Universidade de Princeton |
| Digitalizado | 20 Fev 2008 |
| Número de páginas | 79 páginas |
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