The London Theatre: A Collection of the Most Celebrated Dramatic Pieces, Volym 3Whittingham and Arliss, 1815 |
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... " has so arranged its forms , costume , and character , that the true man- ners of the ancient Romans are no where with so much propriety exemplified as in the theatre . WRITTEN BY MR . POPE . To wake the soul CATO, ...
... " has so arranged its forms , costume , and character , that the true man- ners of the ancient Romans are no where with so much propriety exemplified as in the theatre . WRITTEN BY MR . POPE . To wake the soul CATO, ...
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... soul by tender strokes of art , To raise the genius , and to mend the heart , To make mankind in conscious virtue bold , Live o'er each scene , and be what they behold : For this the tragic muse first trod the stage ; Commanding tears ...
... soul by tender strokes of art , To raise the genius , and to mend the heart , To make mankind in conscious virtue bold , Live o'er each scene , and be what they behold : For this the tragic muse first trod the stage ; Commanding tears ...
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... soul ! our father's fortune Would almost tempt us to renounce his precepts . Por . Remember what our father oft has told us : The ways of heav'n are dark and intricate ; Puzzled in mazes , and perplex'd with errors , Our understanding ...
... soul ! our father's fortune Would almost tempt us to renounce his precepts . Por . Remember what our father oft has told us : The ways of heav'n are dark and intricate ; Puzzled in mazes , and perplex'd with errors , Our understanding ...
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... soul : To quell the tyrant love , and guard thy heart On this weak side , where most our nature fails , Would be a conquest worthy Cato's son . Marc . Alas , the counsel which I cannot take , Instead of healing , but upbraids my ...
... soul : To quell the tyrant love , and guard thy heart On this weak side , where most our nature fails , Would be a conquest worthy Cato's son . Marc . Alas , the counsel which I cannot take , Instead of healing , but upbraids my ...
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... soul , With what a dreadful course he rushes on From war to war . In vain has nature form'd Mountains and oceans to oppose his passage ; He bounds o'er all ; One day more Will set the victor thund'ring at our gates . But , tell me ...
... soul , With what a dreadful course he rushes on From war to war . In vain has nature form'd Mountains and oceans to oppose his passage ; He bounds o'er all ; One day more Will set the victor thund'ring at our gates . But , tell me ...
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The London Theatre. A Collection of the Most Celebrated Dramatic Pieces ... Joseph Addison,Thomas-John Dibdin Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1815 |
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Sida 45 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well ; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? 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 14 - 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 46 - The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds What means this heaviness that hangs upon me ? This lethargy that creeps through all my senses ? Nature oppress'd, and harass'd out with care, Sinks down to rest.
Sida 46 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age and nature sink in years : But thou shall flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter and the crush of worlds.
Sida 17 - Are grown thus desp'rate: we have bulwarks round us; Within our walls are troops inur'd to toil In Afric's heat, and season'd to the sun; Numidia's spacious kingdom lies behind us, Ready to rise at its young prince's call. While there is hope, do not distrust the gods ; But wait, at least, till Caesar's near approach Force us to yield.
Sida 46 - 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 17 - My voice is still for war. Gods! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slavery or death ? No ; let us rise at once, gird on our swords, And at the head of our remaining troops, Attack the foe, break through the thick array Of his throng'd legions, and charge home upon him.
Sida 40 - He exercis'd his troops, the signal given, Flew off at once with his Numidian horse To the south gate, where Marcus holds the watch. I saw, and call'd to stop him, but in vain, He toss'd his arm aloft, and proudly told me He would not stay and perish like Sempronius.
Sida 17 - 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...
Sida 6 - I feared at first, for starting from my bedside like a fury, she flew to my sword, and with much ado I prevented her doing me or herself a mischief. Having disarmed her, in a gust...