The British drama, Volym 11804 |
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Sida 108
British drama. Flowed o'er with blood , and what a cloud of vul- tures , And other birds of prey , hung o'er both armies , Attending , when their ready servitors , The soldiers , from whom the angry gods Had took all sense of reason and ...
British drama. Flowed o'er with blood , and what a cloud of vul- tures , And other birds of prey , hung o'er both armies , Attending , when their ready servitors , The soldiers , from whom the angry gods Had took all sense of reason and ...
Sida 167
... o'er And o'er in tears then bound them with my hair , Laid him all night upon my panting bosom , Lalled like a child , and hushed him with my songs . Par . If this be true , ah , who will ever trust A man again ? Stat . A man ! a man ...
... o'er And o'er in tears then bound them with my hair , Laid him all night upon my panting bosom , Lalled like a child , and hushed him with my songs . Par . If this be true , ah , who will ever trust A man again ? Stat . A man ! a man ...
Sida 169
... o'er the fields ; Nay , even the winds , with all their stock of wings , Have puffed behind , as wanting breath to reach him . Lys . But if your majesty Cly . Who would not lose The last dear drop of blood for such a king ? Aler ...
... o'er the fields ; Nay , even the winds , with all their stock of wings , Have puffed behind , as wanting breath to reach him . Lys . But if your majesty Cly . Who would not lose The last dear drop of blood for such a king ? Aler ...
Sida 172
... o'er the cot- tage fly , O'er flowery lands to the gay distant sky . Farewell , then , empire , and the racks of love ; By all the gods , I will to wilds remove ; Stretched like a Sylvan god on grass lie down , And quite forget , that e ...
... o'er the cot- tage fly , O'er flowery lands to the gay distant sky . Farewell , then , empire , and the racks of love ; By all the gods , I will to wilds remove ; Stretched like a Sylvan god on grass lie down , And quite forget , that e ...
Sida 175
... o'er and o'er . Rer . What would you dare ? - Stat . Whatever you dare do , My warring thoughts the bloodiest tracts pursue ; I am by love a fury made , like you : Kill or be killed , thus acted by despair . Ror . Sure the disdained ...
... o'er and o'er . Rer . What would you dare ? - Stat . Whatever you dare do , My warring thoughts the bloodiest tracts pursue ; I am by love a fury made , like you : Kill or be killed , thus acted by despair . Ror . Sure the disdained ...
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Acast Alic Amin arms art thou Arvida Bajazet bear behold bless blood bosom brave breast Cæsar Cali Cast Castalio Cato Ceph Cleo Cleon Cleora curse danger dare Daugh dear death DIPHILUS dost thou dreadful e'er Enter Eumenes Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith fate father fear fortune give gods grief guard hand happy hate hear heart Heaven Hengo honour hope Juba king Leosthenes live look lord Lysimachus madam Monimia ne'er Nennius never night noble o'er Palmira passion peace Philaster Photinus pity Pompey prince Ptol Pyrrhus rage revenge ruin SCENE scorn shame shew slave soldier sorrow soul speak sword Syphax Tamerlane tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thought Twas twill Vent villain virtue vows weep wilt wish wretch wrong Zaph Zaphna Zara
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Sida 358 - The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a power above us — And that there is, all nature cries aloud Through all her works — He must delight in virtue; And that which He delights in must be happy.
Sida 358 - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Sida 346 - Twill never be too late To sue for chains, and own a conqueror. Why should Rome fall a moment ere her time ? No, let us draw her term of freedom out In its full length, and spin it to the last, So shall we gain still one day's liberty: And let me perish, but, in Cato's judgment, A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
Sida 248 - Oh woman ! lovely woman ! Nature made thee To temper man : we had been brutes without you ! Angels are painted fair to look like you : There's in you all, that we believe of" heaven ; Amazing brightness, purity and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
Sida 210 - Heaven has but Our sorrow for our sins ; and then delights To pardon erring man : Sweet mercy seems Its darling attribute, which limits justice ; . • As if there were degrees in infinite, And infinite would rather want perfection,. * Than punish to extent, Ant.
Sida 10 - 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 10 - To show a soul so full of misery As this sad lady's was. Do it by me, Do it again by me, the lost Aspatia ; And you shall find all true but the wild island. Suppose I stand upon the sea-beach now...
Sida 191 - Nay, stop not. Ant. Antony, — Well, thou wilt have it, — like a coward, fled, Fled while his soldiers fought ; fled first, Ventidius. Thou long'st to curse me, and I give thee leave. I know thou cam'st prepared to rail. Vent. I did.
Sida 276 - 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.
Sida 33 - Of which he borrow'd some to quench his thirst, And paid the nymph again as much in tears. A garland lay him by, made by himself, Of many several flowers, bred in the...