The British Drama: pt. 1-2. TragediesWilliam Miller, printed by James Ballantyne, 1804 |
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Sida 2
... night , and you must tread A soldier's measure . Mel . These soft and silken wars are not for me : The music must be shrill , and all confused , That stirs my blood ; and then I dance with arms . But is Amintor wed ? Diph . This day ...
... night , and you must tread A soldier's measure . Mel . These soft and silken wars are not for me : The music must be shrill , and all confused , That stirs my blood ; and then I dance with arms . But is Amintor wed ? Diph . This day ...
Sida 4
... Night rises in mists . Night . Our reign is come ; for in the raging sea The sun is drowned , and with him fell the day . Bright Cinthia , hear my voice ; I am the Night , For whom thou bear'st about thy borrowed light . Appear ; no ...
... Night rises in mists . Night . Our reign is come ; for in the raging sea The sun is drowned , and with him fell the day . Bright Cinthia , hear my voice ; I am the Night , For whom thou bear'st about thy borrowed light . Appear ; no ...
Sida 5
... night ) , each in their richest things Your own deeps , or the broken vessel , brings . Be prodigal , and I shall be ... Night , till we have done : The day will come too soon ; Young maids will curse thee , if thou steal'st away , And ...
... night ) , each in their richest things Your own deeps , or the broken vessel , brings . Be prodigal , and I shall be ... Night , till we have done : The day will come too soon ; Young maids will curse thee , if thou steal'st away , And ...
Sida 6
... Night . I'll vanish into mists . Cinth . I into day . [ Exeunt . THE MASQUE ENDS . King . Take lights there . Ladies , get the bride to bed . We will not see you laid . Good night , Amintor ; We'll ease you of that tedious ceremony ...
... Night . I'll vanish into mists . Cinth . I into day . [ Exeunt . THE MASQUE ENDS . King . Take lights there . Ladies , get the bride to bed . We will not see you laid . Good night , Amintor ; We'll ease you of that tedious ceremony ...
Sida 7
... night , my lord . Amin . Much happiness unto you all ! [ Ereunt ladies . I did that lady wrong : Methinks , I feel Her grief shoot suddenly through all my veins . Mine eyes run : This is strange at such a time . It was the king first ...
... night , my lord . Amin . Much happiness unto you all ! [ Ereunt ladies . I did that lady wrong : Methinks , I feel Her grief shoot suddenly through all my veins . Mine eyes run : This is strange at such a time . It was the king first ...
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Acast Alex Amin Amintor arms Bajazet Beaumel bless blood brave Cæsar Cast Castalio Cato Char Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cleora curse dare Daugh dear death DECIUS Dion Diph DIPHILUS dost thou Drusius Enter Evad Evadne Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fate father fear fortune give gods grief hand hate hath hear heart Heaven Hengo honour hope Juba Judas kill king kiss lady Leost Leosthenes live look lord Lysimachus madam ne'er Nennius never noble o'er peace Petillius Philaster Photinus pity POLYPERCHON Pompey prince Ptol Ptolomy Pyrrhus queen revenge Roch Roman Romont ruin SCENE scorn shew slave soldier sorrow soul speak Suet sweet sword Syphax tears tell thee thou art thou hast thought Thra Timag Twas Vent virtue weep wilt wretched wrong
Populära avsnitt
Sida 13 - Do my face (If thou had'st ever feeling of a sorrow) Thus, thus, Antiphila : strive to make me look Like Sorrow's monument ; and the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless ; let the rocks Groan with continual surges ; and behind me, Make all a desolation.
Sida 198 - O'er fourscore thousand men, of whom each one Is braver than himself ? Vent. You conquered for him ; Philippi knows it : there you shared with him That empire, which your sword made all your own. Ant. Fool that I was ! upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren till I was tired with soaring, And now he mounts above me.
Sida 279 - And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
Sida 248 - Redeemed her life with half the loss of mine; Like a rich conquest in one hand I bore her, And with the other...
Sida 56 - and dressed myself In habit of a boy; and, for I knew My birth no match for you, I was past hope Of having you; and, understanding well That when I made discovery of my sex I...
Sida 347 - Marcia tow'rs above her sex : True, she is fair, (oh how divinely fair !) But still the lovely maid improves her charms With inward greatness, unaffected wisdom, And sanctity of manners.
Sida 203 - Was not thy fury quite disarmed with wonder? Didst thou not shrink behind me from those eyes And whisper in my ear — Oh, tell her not That I accused her with my brother's death ? DOLA.
Sida 195 - They said they would not fight for Cleopatra. Why should they fight indeed, to make her conquer, And make you more a slave ? to gain you kingdoms, Which, for a kiss, at your next midnight feast, You'll sell to her ? Then she new-names her jewels, And calls this diamond such or such a tax ; Each pendant in her ear shall be a province.
Sida 347 - Tis not a set of features, or complexion, The tincture of a skin, that I admire: Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.
Sida 279 - Looking tranquillity! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold. And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart.