Dramatic sketches, and minor poems1834 |
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... rest that some have said ; ' Tis not the Lethe of the Sceptic's creed ; The guilty sleep not there untroubled - think , Foscarini , think ! [ Exit Monk . FOSCARINI . Leave me not , aged father ! Yet a while Linger , that I may hear thee ...
... rest that some have said ; ' Tis not the Lethe of the Sceptic's creed ; The guilty sleep not there untroubled - think , Foscarini , think ! [ Exit Monk . FOSCARINI . Leave me not , aged father ! Yet a while Linger , that I may hear thee ...
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... rest on its own power- In my departure now thou wouldst rejoice . MOTHER . Ambitious boy ! And thou wilt leave me ? Must I feel again Those hours of tearless anguish which I bore , When far in other lands thy father fought ; When nought ...
... rest on its own power- In my departure now thou wouldst rejoice . MOTHER . Ambitious boy ! And thou wilt leave me ? Must I feel again Those hours of tearless anguish which I bore , When far in other lands thy father fought ; When nought ...
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... rest , my word I'll freely pledge . ANSELMO . Thou'st spoken well , both for thyself and for Thy fellows too ; and now I doubt ye not . So , Pedro , bring me here a draught of wine , For , though the story be not long , I can't Relate ...
... rest , my word I'll freely pledge . ANSELMO . Thou'st spoken well , both for thyself and for Thy fellows too ; and now I doubt ye not . So , Pedro , bring me here a draught of wine , For , though the story be not long , I can't Relate ...
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... our house the infamy would rest , Should from its last remaining branch ( myself ) An issue spring . But this shall never be . Hear me , ye spirits of my sheeted sires , F Whose eyes , from these old paintings , seem to JULIA . 61.
... our house the infamy would rest , Should from its last remaining branch ( myself ) An issue spring . But this shall never be . Hear me , ye spirits of my sheeted sires , F Whose eyes , from these old paintings , seem to JULIA . 61.
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... thine ! LIANDRO . The sun retires - my vow is unfulfill'd ! Defend thee , fiend ! ALFONSO ( throwing off the Monk's gown ) . Fiend thou shalt find me- -Weapon , speak the rest ! ( They fight - ALFONSO falls . ) Stripling , 66 JULIA .
... thine ! LIANDRO . The sun retires - my vow is unfulfill'd ! Defend thee , fiend ! ALFONSO ( throwing off the Monk's gown ) . Fiend thou shalt find me- -Weapon , speak the rest ! ( They fight - ALFONSO falls . ) Stripling , 66 JULIA .
Palavras e frases frequentes
ALFONSO angels of glory ANSELMO Art thou barque beauty behold beneath bliss bosom breast bright bright eyes brow chamois cheek CONSTANCE dark dear death deem'd delight didst disturb'd dost thou dread dream dwell e'er earth earthly EDMUND EURYMONE evil eyes fair Fame Farewell fate fear feel flowers fond forget forgive FOSCARINI frae Francesco GLASGOW gone grave grief happy hath Heaven hope hour JULIA lady Lanark LEISTEIN LIANDRO life's linger listen'd live lone rock lonely look MARGARETTA MENDICANT mind MONK mortal MOTHER Nannette ne'er neath night o'er path peace pleasure reigns O'er rill Rinaldino Saint Dominic scenes shore silent sleep slumber smile Solitude song SONNET sorrow soul speak spirit stream sweet tears tell tempest thee thine thou art thou hast Thou shalt thou wert thou wilt thou wouldst thoughts thy heart thy love wander weep wretched youth Аввот
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Página 40 - Ha ! let me see her: — Out, alas ! she's cold ; Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
Página 105 - They pa';s like spirits of the past, — they speak Like sibyls of the future ; they have power, — The tyranny of pleasure and of pain ; They make us what we were not, — what they will, And shake us with the vision that 's gone by, The dread of vanished shadows. — Are they so ? Is not the past all shadow ? What are they ? Creations of the mind ? — The mind can make Substances...
Página 97 - A native grace Sat fair-proportion'd on her polish'd limbs, Veil'd in a simple robe, their best attire, Beyond the pomp of dress ; for loveliness' Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most.v Thoughtless of beauty, she was Beauty's self, Recluse amid the close-embowering woods.
Página 79 - The fountains of divine philosophy Fled not his thirsting lips, and all of great, Or good, or lovely, which the sacred past In truth or fable consecrates, he felt And knew.
Página 110 - My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. Thus fares it still in our decay: And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind.
Página 40 - Have dawn'da fair and sinless child of sin ; But closed its little being without light, And went down to the grave unborn, wherein Blossom and bough lie wither'd with one blight ; In vain the dews of Heaven descend above The bleeding flower and blasted fruit of love.
Página 137 - Azrael, iS from his deadly quiver When flies that shaft, and fly it must, That parts all else, shall doom for ever Our hearts to undivided dust!
Página 87 - Devotion in the summer breeze — In the sweet murmur of the mountain rill — Tis heard when tempests sweep the lonely hill, And whirlwinds prostrate lay the aged trees. There is devotion in the lark's sweet song, When morning rises from the lap of night ; A thousand insects breathe it from among The summer fields, and garden flow'rets bright. Tis heard when peace reigns o'er the tranquil sea, When the loud waves beat on the rugged shore, — When labour carols on the fertile lea, Or from the wood...