Gertrude and Beatrice, Or, The Queen of Hungary: A Historical Tragedy, in Five ActsC. Mitchell, 1839 - 104 páginas |
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... grave , where I Have set my Qu . L. B. Qu . heart . Thou dost dream waking . I Have slept with open eyes too long ; since when My affianced , who had been a king this day Of Hungary , lay slurred in the rank mould . ' Tis well with him ...
... grave , where I Have set my Qu . L. B. Qu . heart . Thou dost dream waking . I Have slept with open eyes too long ; since when My affianced , who had been a king this day Of Hungary , lay slurred in the rank mould . ' Tis well with him ...
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... grave ? Beshrew thy dolour ! if my Lord thy husband Heard thee , it would occasion difference . L. B. Thoud'st piece . it then ; what matters ? Thou didst make A prop'rty of my hand , betrothed to death , — Took me ( for shame ! ) in an ...
... grave ? Beshrew thy dolour ! if my Lord thy husband Heard thee , it would occasion difference . L. B. Thoud'st piece . it then ; what matters ? Thou didst make A prop'rty of my hand , betrothed to death , — Took me ( for shame ! ) in an ...
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... Like phantoms from the voiceless grave given back . Each gentlest echo , shape , and hue , and odour , Is moulded into thought , that like a sunbeam , Qu . Makes way at once into the inmost cave 14 [ ACT I. GERTRUDE AND BEATRICE ,
... Like phantoms from the voiceless grave given back . Each gentlest echo , shape , and hue , and odour , Is moulded into thought , that like a sunbeam , Qu . Makes way at once into the inmost cave 14 [ ACT I. GERTRUDE AND BEATRICE ,
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... grave . 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 ...
... grave . 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 ...
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... As the blue Iris , fade in sign of nothing ! Perchance to the world's end be registered The prodigy of kings , to affright succession . Oh ! were I drowsier than the grave , and SCENE 11. ] 21 GERTRUDE AND BEATRICE .
... As the blue Iris , fade in sign of nothing ! Perchance to the world's end be registered The prodigy of kings , to affright succession . Oh ! were I drowsier than the grave , and SCENE 11. ] 21 GERTRUDE AND BEATRICE .
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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...