Gertrude and Beatrice, Or, The Queen of Hungary: A Historical Tragedy, in Five ActsC. Mitchell, 1839 - 104 páginas |
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... wind , it sailed , like Fancy , Close to the earth , but I think never touched it , Though paved with hearts to tread on . ' Las , my Lord , You shape your idle moods and paint the air . Look round and put on life . To dream again ...
... wind , it sailed , like Fancy , Close to the earth , but I think never touched it , Though paved with hearts to tread on . ' Las , my Lord , You shape your idle moods and paint the air . Look round and put on life . To dream again ...
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... winds himself into Whatever place he pleases . 3rd C. And where's our guerdon ? 4th C. The consciousness of having holped him to his 3rd C. greatness . Have we not liberty ? Are we not all enfran- chised ? Ay , with a whip and clog ...
... winds himself into Whatever place he pleases . 3rd C. And where's our guerdon ? 4th C. The consciousness of having holped him to his 3rd C. greatness . Have we not liberty ? Are we not all enfran- chised ? Ay , with a whip and clog ...
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... 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 ! ... how soon soe'er , too late . And for his Countess ! ... why ...
... 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 ! ... how soon soe'er , too late . And for his Countess ! ... why ...
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... winds , So full of pathos , sweep along the chords Of harps Eolian : so thy voice even now Out of mind plucked all ' currence of my fortune Since when we parted ; thus I hid thee then , Just so declined your head across my shoulder ...
... winds , So full of pathos , sweep along the chords Of harps Eolian : so thy voice even now Out of mind plucked all ' currence of my fortune Since when we parted ; thus I hid thee then , Just so declined your head across my shoulder ...
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... .. let me pass ! [ Rushes by HASSAN through the open door . WA . Her wits are unsettled . Stay ! ... What Heaven has purposed , Though will and conscience sit in the wind against it SCENE III . ] 47 GERTRUDE AND BEATRICE .
... .. let me pass ! [ Rushes by HASSAN through the open door . WA . Her wits are unsettled . Stay ! ... What Heaven has purposed , Though will and conscience sit in the wind against it SCENE III . ] 47 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...