Bell's British Theatre: Consisting of the Most Esteemed English Plays, Volume 3John Bell and under the direction of George Cawthorn, British Library, Strand, 1797 |
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... thy god - like father's arms ; Before that country , which he long had serv'd In watchful councils , and in winter - camps , Had cast off his white age to want and wretchedness , And made their court to faction by his ruin . THE ...
... thy god - like father's arms ; Before that country , which he long had serv'd In watchful councils , and in winter - camps , Had cast off his white age to want and wretchedness , And made their court to faction by his ruin . THE ...
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... arms , His last dear pledge and legacy of friendship , That happy tie made me Sciolto's son ; He call'd us his , and , with a parent's fondness , Indulg'd us in his wealth , bless'd us with plenty , Heal'd all our cares , and sweeten'd ...
... arms , His last dear pledge and legacy of friendship , That happy tie made me Sciolto's son ; He call'd us his , and , with a parent's fondness , Indulg'd us in his wealth , bless'd us with plenty , Heal'd all our cares , and sweeten'd ...
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... arms , and with a loose she loves . [ Exeunt . Enter LOTHARIO and ROSSANO . Loth . The father , and the husband ! Ros . Let them pass . They saw us not . Loth . I care not if they did ; Ere long I mean to meet ' em face to face , C And ...
... arms , and with a loose she loves . [ Exeunt . Enter LOTHARIO and ROSSANO . Loth . The father , and the husband ! Ros . Let them pass . They saw us not . Loth . I care not if they did ; Ere long I mean to meet ' em face to face , C And ...
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... arms , To think upon so lost a thing as I am . Luc . Alas ! for pity , come with gentler looks : 280 Wound not her heart with this unmanly triumph ; And , tho ' you love her not , yet swear you do , So shall dissembling once be virtuous ...
... arms , To think upon so lost a thing as I am . Luc . Alas ! for pity , come with gentler looks : 280 Wound not her heart with this unmanly triumph ; And , tho ' you love her not , yet swear you do , So shall dissembling once be virtuous ...
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... arms , Sooth you to rest , and soften all your pains . Hor . It were unjust - No , let me spare my friend , Lock up the fatal secret in my breast , Nor tell him that which will undo his quiet . Lav , What means my lord ? 1 Hor . Ha ...
... arms , Sooth you to rest , and soften all your pains . Hor . It were unjust - No , let me spare my friend , Lock up the fatal secret in my breast , Nor tell him that which will undo his quiet . Lav , What means my lord ? 1 Hor . Ha ...
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Bell's British Theatre: Consisting of the Most Esteemed English ..., Volume 3 Visualização integral - 1791 |
Bell's British Theatre: Consisting of the Most Esteemed English ..., Volume 3 Visualização integral - 1792 |
Bell's British Theatre: Consisting of the Most Esteemed English ..., Volume 3 Visualização integral - 1791 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Alic Altamont Anna arms beauty behold bless bosom brave breast British Library brother Cæsar Calista Cato Cato's charms Child Maurice Curiatius curse dear death Decius dost thou Douglas dreadful e'er Enter Ev'n ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes fair FAIR PENITENT fame fatal fate father fear foes fond forgive friendship gentle give Glen Glenalvon Glost grace grief hand happy hear heart Heav'n honour Horatia JANE SHORE Juba live look Lord Hastings Loth Lothario lov'd Lucia Lucius maid Marcia Marcus never noble Norval Numidian o'er passion peace Pharsalia pity Portius pow'r prince rage Roman Roman senate Rome SCENE Sciolto scorn Sempronius shalt shame sorrows soul speak sword Syph Syphax tears tell tender thee thine thou art thou hast thought Twas Valeria vengeance virtue weep woes wretch youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 79 - 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 ! Eternity ! thou pleasing, dreadful thought ! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes and changes must we pass ; The wide, th...
Página 36 - 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.
Página 78 - When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.
Página 79 - Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man. Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes and changes must we pass? The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it.
Página 34 - CATO. Let not a torrent of impetuous zeal Transport thee thus beyond the bounds of reason: True fortitude is seen in great exploits, That justice warrants, and that wisdom guides; All else is tow'ring frenzy and distraction.
Página 33 - My voice is still for war. Gods ! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slavery or death ? No ; let us rise at once, gird on our swords, And, at the head of our remaining troops, Attack the foe, break through the thick array Of his thronged legions, and charge home upon him.
Página 79 - 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.
Página 79 - 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. But when ? or where ? This world was made for Caesar — I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them.
Página 53 - With all the strength and heats of eloquence Fraternal love and friendship can inspire. Tell her thy brother languishes to death, And fades away, and withers in his bloom...
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.