The dramatic works of ... George Granville |
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... these our days , Who fuch dull palates is condemn'd to please , As damn all fenfe , and only fustian praise ? Charm'd with heroic nonfenfe , lofty strains , Not with the writers , but the players pains , And by the actors lungs , judge ...
... these our days , Who fuch dull palates is condemn'd to please , As damn all fenfe , and only fustian praise ? Charm'd with heroic nonfenfe , lofty strains , Not with the writers , but the players pains , And by the actors lungs , judge ...
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... These heavy vengeances that press so fore Are owing to your pray'rs incenfing heaven . O Chryfes , Chryfes ! look on yonder camp , Behold what heaps of dead , without one wound ; Behold how like the dead the living look , So near their ...
... These heavy vengeances that press so fore Are owing to your pray'rs incenfing heaven . O Chryfes , Chryfes ! look on yonder camp , Behold what heaps of dead , without one wound ; Behold how like the dead the living look , So near their ...
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... These wounds would break my heart , gave thee to heal ' em ; That when returning , driven by thofe foes , Whom I was us'd to drive , embracing thus , I might forget my griefs : that what I lofe in glory Might be repaid in love ...
... These wounds would break my heart , gave thee to heal ' em ; That when returning , driven by thofe foes , Whom I was us'd to drive , embracing thus , I might forget my griefs : that what I lofe in glory Might be repaid in love ...
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... these arms I am a conqueror still . Why does my love not meet my fierce embrace With wonted warmth ? why drop thy fnowy arms That us'd to clafp me round ? —Now by the gods fhe weeps-- What griefs are yet untold ? thy gentle heart Beats ...
... these arms I am a conqueror still . Why does my love not meet my fierce embrace With wonted warmth ? why drop thy fnowy arms That us'd to clafp me round ? —Now by the gods fhe weeps-- What griefs are yet untold ? thy gentle heart Beats ...
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... These deaths that have already strew'd the plain Are owing to his prayers . Ag . Thy fears are needlefs ; What is there to offend him in our loves ? That from a captive , you become a queen ; That Agamemnon , king of mightiest kings ...
... These deaths that have already strew'd the plain Are owing to his prayers . Ag . Thy fears are needlefs ; What is there to offend him in our loves ? That from a captive , you become a queen ; That Agamemnon , king of mightiest kings ...
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...