Gertrude and Beatrice, Or, The Queen of Hungary: A Historical Tragedy, in Five ActsC. Mitchell, 1839 - 104 páginas |
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... thine ancient fire , To all thy former fame aspire ; Clash thy base fetters till thy rulers quail . Hark the trump of Freedom sounds ! Every heart with hope rebounds ! And flashing banners are unfurled on high : Whilst our ruthless ...
... thine ancient fire , To all thy former fame aspire ; Clash thy base fetters till thy rulers quail . Hark the trump of Freedom sounds ! Every heart with hope rebounds ! And flashing banners are unfurled on high : Whilst our ruthless ...
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... thine omnipotence of tongue , Behold the fell despoiler flung From that arbitrary throne , Whose glittering pomp her false ambition fed , And made indignant nations groan . To righteous Rodna now she bows her rayless head ! Move your ...
... thine omnipotence of tongue , Behold the fell despoiler flung From that arbitrary throne , Whose glittering pomp her false ambition fed , And made indignant nations groan . To righteous Rodna now she bows her rayless head ! Move your ...
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... thine own ! for didst thou strike Thy fibres i'the centre , I'd unroot thee . [ Exit . ( Enter RODNA . ) Ro . The Moor has left the palace . I was wrong To leave him thus untrimmed in his desire ; Make him my foe , and let him live , 34 ...
... thine own ! for didst thou strike Thy fibres i'the centre , I'd unroot thee . [ Exit . ( Enter RODNA . ) Ro . The Moor has left the palace . I was wrong To leave him thus untrimmed in his desire ; Make him my foe , and let him live , 34 ...
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... of HASSAN . ) L. B. Alive ? I'm wild , and this some unguessed spot I've found to lose my wits in ... stay awhile ; ... Thine hand ? WA . Thou hast it . La B. WA . I do feel thou ' rt SCENE III . ] 39 GERTRUDE AND BEATRICE .
... of HASSAN . ) L. B. Alive ? I'm wild , and this some unguessed spot I've found to lose my wits in ... stay awhile ; ... Thine hand ? WA . Thou hast it . La B. WA . I do feel thou ' rt SCENE III . ] 39 GERTRUDE AND BEATRICE .
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... thine own , And bustles so , it would be gone with bliss . My arms ... I'd have them clasp me home to thee . L. B. Not dead ? Not shade ? warm ? breathing ? full Ro . of motion ? How sure thou art not air ! . . I know thee all ... . It ...
... thine own , And bustles so , it would be gone with bliss . My arms ... I'd have them clasp me home to thee . L. B. Not dead ? Not shade ? warm ? breathing ? full Ro . of motion ? How sure thou art not air ! . . I know thee all ... . It ...
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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...