Gertrude and Beatrice, Or, The Queen of Hungary: A Historical Tragedy, in Five ActsC. Mitchell, 1839 - 104 páginas |
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... dead . COUNT BANKBAN , an Octogenarian . COUNT RODNA . COUNT RAGOTSKI , attached to Waradin . COUNT NADASTIS . BALASSI , follower of Count Rodna . HASSAN , the Moor . GERTRUDE , Queen of Hungary and Moravia : Niece of the late King of ...
... dead . COUNT BANKBAN , an Octogenarian . COUNT RODNA . COUNT RAGOTSKI , attached to Waradin . COUNT NADASTIS . BALASSI , follower of Count Rodna . HASSAN , the Moor . GERTRUDE , Queen of Hungary and Moravia : Niece of the late King of ...
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... Dead in the world's regard , and , willed away By my unloving Sire , my title sleeps . These walls they cast me forth ! My place is filled , And mine own land no land of mine . Then let me Regreet her as my country not my kingdom . Why ...
... Dead in the world's regard , and , willed away By my unloving Sire , my title sleeps . These walls they cast me forth ! My place is filled , And mine own land no land of mine . Then let me Regreet her as my country not my kingdom . Why ...
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... dead man's candle dimly gleams . My fires Are almost spent ; yet erring death must bring With him his borrowed radiance to tread out The glowworm sparkle of a king . L. B. Thou shape ! Whose accents thrill some sense I wot not of , And ...
... dead man's candle dimly gleams . My fires Are almost spent ; yet erring death must bring With him his borrowed radiance to tread out The glowworm sparkle of a king . L. B. Thou shape ! Whose accents thrill some sense I wot not of , And ...
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... dead ? Not shade ? warm ? breathing ? full Ro . of motion ? How sure thou art not air ! . . I know thee all ... . It is thy very self ! . . So dear ! . . Most dear ! . . . My own ! .. I grow to thee .. My lost .. My found , My living ...
... dead ? Not shade ? warm ? breathing ? full Ro . of motion ? How sure thou art not air ! . . I know thee all ... . It is thy very self ! . . So dear ! . . Most dear ! . . . My own ! .. I grow to thee .. My lost .. My found , My living ...
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... dead Kindling for aye with an etherial flame That hallowed while it blasted ; . . If to own One prayer upon the quivering lip for death , And death , and ever death , if this and more Shew woman's true devotion , sure I was The wretched ...
... dead Kindling for aye with an etherial flame That hallowed while it blasted ; . . If to own One prayer upon the quivering lip for death , And death , and ever death , if this and more Shew woman's true devotion , sure I was The wretched ...
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Gertrude and Beatrice, Or, The Queen of Hungary: A Historical Tragedy, in ... George Stephens Visualização integral - 1839 |
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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...