The London Theatre: A Collection of the Most Celebrated Dramatic Pieces, Volym 3Whittingham and Arliss, 1815 |
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... there's no time to waste : Ev'n while we speak , our conqueror comes on , And gathers ground upon us ev'ry moment . Alas ! thou know'st not Cæsar's active soul , With what a dreadful course he rushes on From war to war . In vain has ...
... there's no time to waste : Ev'n while we speak , our conqueror comes on , And gathers ground upon us ev'ry moment . Alas ! thou know'st not Cæsar's active soul , With what a dreadful course he rushes on From war to war . In vain has ...
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... there's not an African That traverses our vast Numidian deserts In quest of prey , and lives upon his bow , But better practises those boasted virtues . Coarse are his meals , the fortune of the chase ; Amidst the running stream he ...
... there's not an African That traverses our vast Numidian deserts In quest of prey , and lives upon his bow , But better practises those boasted virtues . Coarse are his meals , the fortune of the chase ; Amidst the running stream he ...
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A Collection of the Most Celebrated Dramatic Pieces Thomas Dibdin. Syph . Ay , there's the tie that binds you ! You long to call him father . Marcia's charms Work in your heart unseen , and plead for Cato . No wonder you are deaf to all ...
A Collection of the Most Celebrated Dramatic Pieces Thomas Dibdin. Syph . Ay , there's the tie that binds you ! You long to call him father . Marcia's charms Work in your heart unseen , and plead for Cato . No wonder you are deaf to all ...
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... there are none here but friends . Sem . Know , villains , when such paltry slaves presuine To mix in treason , if the plot succeeds , They're thrown neglected by ; but , if it fails , They're sure to die like dogs , as you shall do ...
... there are none here but friends . Sem . Know , villains , when such paltry slaves presuine To mix in treason , if the plot succeeds , They're thrown neglected by ; but , if it fails , They're sure to die like dogs , as you shall do ...
Sida 39
... there remains an after - game to play ; My troops are mounted ; Let but Sempronius head us in our flight , We'll force the gate where Marcus keeps his guard , And hew down all that would oppose our passage . A day will bring us into ...
... there remains an after - game to play ; My troops are mounted ; Let but Sempronius head us in our flight , We'll force the gate where Marcus keeps his guard , And hew down all that would oppose our passage . A day will bring us into ...
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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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Adel Adelaide Alderman Alithea Atall Aust Belville better Brisk Cæsar Careless Cato Cato's Chiswick Clar Clarinda Cler Clerimont Clin colonel Count COUNT of NARBONNE Countess cousin Covent Garden Cymon Cynthia dear devil Dicky Dorus Drury Lane egad Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father Fatima fool gentleman give hast hear heart heaven honour hope husband Juba kiss Lady D Lady F ladyship laugh Linco look Lord F Lucia Lucy Lure madam Marcia marry Mask Mellefont mistress Moody never Nosegay passion Peggy poor Portius Pr'ythee pray Re-enter rogue SCENE Sempronius servant Sir H SIR HARRY WILDAIR sir Paul sir Solomon Smug soul Spark Sparkish Stand Standfast sure swear Sylvia Syph Syphax tell thee Theo there's thing THOMAS DIBDIN thou thought Touchwood Urganda virtue Vizard what's wife wish Wishwell woman young
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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...