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Página 11
... dear arms , where none can lie unbleft , The holy place where grief fhould never enter , Sacred to joy , even there my tears pursue me , Flowing uncall'd . Ag . -Well have I mark'd thofe tears , And chid thy eyes , which rapture could ...
... dear arms , where none can lie unbleft , The holy place where grief fhould never enter , Sacred to joy , even there my tears pursue me , Flowing uncall'd . Ag . -Well have I mark'd thofe tears , And chid thy eyes , which rapture could ...
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... dear as life , to ftay their miseries . Ag . Neftor , in wifdom nearest to the gods , By long experience of three ages taught ; O were thy ftrength proportion'd to thy mind , Achilles would be weak , compar'd to thee ; Could but thy ...
... dear as life , to ftay their miseries . Ag . Neftor , in wifdom nearest to the gods , By long experience of three ages taught ; O were thy ftrength proportion'd to thy mind , Achilles would be weak , compar'd to thee ; Could but thy ...
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... dear . Ach . But like a fordid slave to lusts as vile ; You matter not to facrifice your fame , To brave the gods with violated oaths , To sell your faith , your glory , and the lives Of millions , for a woman . Ag . Proud Myrmidon ...
... dear . Ach . But like a fordid slave to lusts as vile ; You matter not to facrifice your fame , To brave the gods with violated oaths , To sell your faith , your glory , and the lives Of millions , for a woman . Ag . Proud Myrmidon ...
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... dear Atrides , may I trust your love ? Tell me , my king , whilft thus around thy neck I throw my arms , and prefs thee to my bosom , Will you forfake me ? Ag . Empire and victory , be all forfaken , All but Chrufeis . Yes , ye partial ...
... dear Atrides , may I trust your love ? Tell me , my king , whilft thus around thy neck I throw my arms , and prefs thee to my bosom , Will you forfake me ? Ag . Empire and victory , be all forfaken , All but Chrufeis . Yes , ye partial ...
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... dear , And fafe return him , to fupport my age . Well have I kept my word ; behind my shield I plac'd thee ftill ; my body was thy armour ; Still fide by fide we fought , and never parted . My friend , my dearest friend , why wilt thou ...
... dear , And fafe return him , to fupport my age . Well have I kept my word ; behind my shield I plac'd thee ftill ; my body was thy armour ; Still fide by fide we fought , and never parted . My friend , my dearest friend , why wilt thou ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Achilles afide againſt Agamemnon Airy Amadis Angelica Anto Antonio Arcab Arcabon Arcal Arcalaus arms Atrides Baff Baffa Baffanio Bellamour beſt bleffing Brifeis Chalcas charms chooſe Chru Chrufeis Clever Conft Conftantia Courtall curfe dear ducats Eurybates ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes fafe falfe fame fate feem fervants fhall fifters fight fince firſt flave fome fool foul Fred ftand ftill fuch fure fword give gods Grat Gratiano hand heart heaven himſelf honour juſt king lady Dorimen laſt leaſt loft lover Lucinda madam moſt mufic muſt myſelf Neft Neftor Neriffa never Oriana paffion paſt Patroclus pleaſe pleaſure Portia pow'r Prate prieſt reaſon rife ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe ſhould Shyl Shylock Sir Toby ſpeak ſtage ſtand ſtay ſtill ſtrange Talthybius thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand Ulyf Ulyffes Vaunter woman worfe yourſelf
Passagens conhecidas
Página 148 - And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help : Go to, then ; you come to me, and you say Shylock, we would have moneys...
Página 3 - Thine be the laurel then j thy blooming age Can beft, if any can, fupport the ftage ; Which fo declines, that fhortly we may fee Players and plays reduc'd to fecond infancy. Sharp to the world, but thoughtlefs of renown, They plot not on the ftage, but on the town, And, in defpair their empty pit to fill, Set up fome foreign monfter in a bill. Thus they jog on, ftill tricking, never thriving, And murd'ring plays, which they mifcal reviving. Our fenfe is nonfenfe, thro...
Página 222 - Blame them who wound, and not your flave who dies: If we may love, then fure we may declare ; If we may not, ah ! why are you fo fair ? Who can unmov'd behold that heavenly face, Thofe radiant eyes, and that rcfiftlcfs grace i OK i AN A.
Página 209 - What faid I not, upon the fatal night, When you avow'd your meditated flight ? ^Was it your love that prompted you to part, To leave me dying, and to break my heart ? See whom you fled, inhuman and ingrate, Repent your folly, but repent too late.
Página 231 - Love had been yours, to die had been my part : Thus Fate divides the prize; though Beauty's mine, Yet Fame, our other mistress, is more thine.
Página 228 - Wrong not my virtue, to fuppofe that I Can grant to love, what duty muft deny ; A father's will is wanting, and my...
Página 211 - Frefti from her Wound: Pale Horror and Affright Seiz'd the falfe Man, confounded at the Sight, Trembling he gaz'd...
Página 230 - sa burthen to himfelf and you, Fate and the king all other means deny To fet you free, but that Conftantius die : A Roman arm had play'da...
Página 211 - Banifh'd from joy, from empire, and from light; In death involve me, and in endlefs night, But keep— that odious objeft— from my fight.
Página 200 - Friendfhip, efteem, be yours ; bereft before Of all my love, what can I offer more ? Your rival's image in your worth I view, And what I lov'd in him, efteem in you ; Had your complaint been...