Gertrude and Beatrice, Or, The Queen of Hungary: A Historical Tragedy, in Five ActsC. Mitchell, 1839 - 104 páginas |
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... Nature . I will step aside . [ Exit Queen . WA . ( Still in abstraction . ) - No tongue Qu . In Buda gives me welcome from the grave . Dead in the world's regard , and , willed away By my unloving Sire , my title sleeps . These walls ...
... Nature . I will step aside . [ Exit Queen . WA . ( Still in abstraction . ) - No tongue Qu . In Buda gives me welcome from the grave . Dead in the world's regard , and , willed away By my unloving Sire , my title sleeps . These walls ...
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... natural course I should But take possession of my rights . What spoil That brow where royalty hath set his seal ? If this earth's shadows will eclipse her peace , If dangerous woes inhabit her clear orbs Until they darken into splendour ...
... natural course I should But take possession of my rights . What spoil That brow where royalty hath set his seal ? If this earth's shadows will eclipse her peace , If dangerous woes inhabit her clear orbs Until they darken into splendour ...
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... Nature gave ! Burst your servile chains asunder , ( As erst ye swelled beyond the room Of your anguish'd mother's womb ) Or your shame from heaven's wonder Hide in shadow of the tomb . Hungaria ! trample in the earth gory The pomp of ...
... Nature gave ! Burst your servile chains asunder , ( As erst ye swelled beyond the room Of your anguish'd mother's womb ) Or your shame from heaven's wonder Hide in shadow of the tomb . Hungaria ! trample in the earth gory The pomp of ...
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... nature's confine , wondered at because Of his longevity . As weak a wind As would not lift the weightless gossamer , Had swept him off like rubbish ; yet he trembles On this world's ridge ; small harm to jog dull death To strike at once ...
... nature's confine , wondered at because Of his longevity . As weak a wind As would not lift the weightless gossamer , Had swept him off like rubbish ; yet he trembles On this world's ridge ; small harm to jog dull death To strike at once ...
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... natural sun- shine . Oh ! never a thorn hath untoward fortune planted In ' s pillow that the ministering hand The altar gave him will not pluck from thence , Or rob it of its sting . I am his wife ... A bride of sighs and tears ...
... natural sun- shine . Oh ! never a thorn hath untoward fortune planted In ' s pillow that the ministering hand The altar gave him will not pluck from thence , Or rob it of its sting . I am his wife ... A bride of sighs and tears ...
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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...