Gertrude and Beatrice, Or, The Queen of Hungary: A Historical Tragedy, in Five ActsC. Mitchell, 1839 - 104 páginas |
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... arms of victory . Peo . He was borne down by numbers . HA . ( Significantly . ) Some say they saw him rise ! Ro . ( Confused , and shaking his head . ) Sirrah ! Be dumb ! The Prince was slain : his father sleeps in peace ; Who long ...
... arms of victory . Peo . He was borne down by numbers . HA . ( Significantly . ) Some say they saw him rise ! Ro . ( Confused , and shaking his head . ) Sirrah ! Be dumb ! The Prince was slain : his father sleeps in peace ; Who long ...
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... arms A rusty city hatchment when you're earth . Ro . But , sirs , this victory ? These armed myrmidons ? BAL . We swerve not , though these men do take their Peo . morsel To rip their country's bosom . Make Rodna Palatine ! Shut the ...
... arms A rusty city hatchment when you're earth . Ro . But , sirs , this victory ? These armed myrmidons ? BAL . We swerve not , though these men do take their Peo . morsel To rip their country's bosom . Make Rodna Palatine ! Shut the ...
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... arms to jelly , and their spears Wither to reeds . Lord Rodna , I have seen him , Just dropped from heaven betwixt conflicting armies ; And whilst his stirrup gave the law of battle , Whole squadrons sank beneath the fatal ven- geance ...
... arms to jelly , and their spears Wither to reeds . Lord Rodna , I have seen him , Just dropped from heaven betwixt conflicting armies ; And whilst his stirrup gave the law of battle , Whole squadrons sank beneath the fatal ven- geance ...
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... arms do line her streets . The vanguard probably . Qu . Mess . For saying so There is a portion for thy child . I have not Felt so myself since first the kingly hoop Circled my brow . My life is tingling here , And here ... through ...
... arms do line her streets . The vanguard probably . Qu . Mess . For saying so There is a portion for thy child . I have not Felt so myself since first the kingly hoop Circled my brow . My life is tingling here , And here ... through ...
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... arms shall break the storm ; . . this riven heart Is a firm rock for him to anchor on . ( WARADIN comes forward . ) WA . The dead man's candle dimly gleams . My fires Are almost spent ; yet erring death must bring With him his borrowed ...
... arms shall break the storm ; . . this riven heart Is a firm rock for him to anchor on . ( WARADIN comes forward . ) WA . The dead man's candle dimly gleams . My fires Are almost spent ; yet erring death must bring With him his borrowed ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
arms art thou aught BALASSI baron Beatrice blazon blessed blood brain breath Buda couch Countess Bankban Cousin crown dear death doth dream earth Enter HASSAN Enter RODNA Exeunt Exit QUEEN Exit RODNA eyes flame friends glorious Grace Guard hand hatchment hath hear heart Heaven hither hold honour Hungary I'faith Jailor King King of Hungary Ladislaus LADY BANKBAN Liege light lips live look Lord Bankban Lord Marshal Lord Rodna Madam marble Methinks mock Moravia murder NADASTIS night o'er Offi Officer palace Palatine pardon pause Plutus Pray Prince Andreas Queen Gertrude Ragotski royal SCENE scorn shake shame shouts shriek sister sleep soul speak spirit stands sure Syria Tartars thee There's thine Thou art thou hast thought throne tongue traitor Twas Twere Twill unto voice Waradin wilt wind Would'st
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Página 82 - Their flourished hues of vegetable light Fast by the fount. . some paces from a cypress. I nearer drew to gaze : . . So gloriously They wore the morning dew upon their heads, As if they were crowned queens of all the flowers; Robed were they in the purple, and anon, When the slow lazy breeze came muttering by, The frail stejnsbow'd, and dipped their long black leaves, Like hair below the water.
Página 81 - Atheist of me. (Paces up and down—then stops short—remains a little while in a thoughtful posture.) Bankban's dead!.. His widow's free to wed again : How's that ? Shall she enjoy him all ? Whilst I stand wishing, And like a spirit damn'd, be robbed of hope? ( Goes to the side, and calls)— Doth any wait? . .Without! . . . What, mate with him ? Our Cousin ! whilst .... (calls) D'ye hear!
Página 83 - Qu. (Descends from the seat in agitation.) I taste the bitter fruit of rashness. God ! Did Andreas never purpose to unqueen me? Then had I made a pause, this union shunned, I had been still mine own ! My headlong ire Drew after it reason . waking, I am mad, Indeed to think what's done. Ro. (Apart...