The renegado. The bondman. The fatal dowry. The emperor of the East. The maid of honourT. Davies, 1779 |
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... Place is facred , and I am to enter The Room where fhe abides with fuch Devotion As Pilgrims pay at Meccha , when they visit The Tomb of our great Prophet . Don . Rife , the Sign That we vouchsafe your Prefence . [ The Eunuch takes up ...
... Place is facred , and I am to enter The Room where fhe abides with fuch Devotion As Pilgrims pay at Meccha , when they visit The Tomb of our great Prophet . Don . Rife , the Sign That we vouchsafe your Prefence . [ The Eunuch takes up ...
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... Place Where Chriftian ne'er yet trod ? Don . I am the fame . Vitel . And to what End , great Lady , pardon me That I prefume to afk , did your Command Command me hither ? Or what am I to whom You should vouchfafe your Favours ? nay ...
... Place Where Chriftian ne'er yet trod ? Don . I am the fame . Vitel . And to what End , great Lady , pardon me That I prefume to afk , did your Command Command me hither ? Or what am I to whom You should vouchfafe your Favours ? nay ...
Sida 34
... Place Of hearing her inchanting Tongue , the Shrieks Of Mandrakes had made Mufick to my Slumbers : For now I only walk a loving Dream , And , but to my Dishonour , never wake ; And yet am blind , but when I fee the Object , And madly ...
... Place Of hearing her inchanting Tongue , the Shrieks Of Mandrakes had made Mufick to my Slumbers : For now I only walk a loving Dream , And , but to my Dishonour , never wake ; And yet am blind , but when I fee the Object , And madly ...
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... Place affords not Privacy for Discourse ; But I can tell you Wonders : My rich Habit Deferves leaft Admiration ; there's nothing , That can fall in the Compafs of your Withes , Tho ' it were to redeem a thoufand Slaves From the Turkish ...
... Place affords not Privacy for Discourse ; But I can tell you Wonders : My rich Habit Deferves leaft Admiration ; there's nothing , That can fall in the Compafs of your Withes , Tho ' it were to redeem a thoufand Slaves From the Turkish ...
Sida 39
... Place void In my Uncle's Court , I hear , and you may work me To write for your Preferment . Mufta . This is ftrange ! I know not , Madam , what Neglect of mine Has call'd this Scorn upon me . Don . To the Purpose- My Will's a Reason ...
... Place void In my Uncle's Court , I hear , and you may work me To write for your Preferment . Mufta . This is ftrange ! I know not , Madam , what Neglect of mine Has call'd this Scorn upon me . Don . To the Purpose- My Will's a Reason ...
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Sida 378 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do ; Not light them for themselves : for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not...
Sida 150 - Neigh'd courage to his rider, and brake through Groves of opposed pikes, bearing his lord Safe to triumphant victory; old or wounded, Was set at liberty, and freed from service. The Athenian mules, that from the quarry drew Marble...
Sida 238 - Thro' fire, air, water, earth, nay were they all Shuffled again to chaos ; but there's none. Thy skill, Romont, consists in camps, not courts. Farewell, uncivil man ! let's meet no more : Here our long web of friendship I untwist. Shall I go whine, walk pale, and lock my wife For nothing from her birth's free liberty, That open'd mine to me ? Yes ; if I do, The name of cuckold then dog me with scorn : I am a Frenchman, no Italian born.
Sida 119 - I employ'd ; and when I came To see you, it was with that reverence As I beheld the altars of the gods : And love, that came along with me, was taught To leave his arrows and his torch behind, Quench'd in my fear to give offence.
Sida 253 - I was bold enough to be a strumpet, I dare not yet live one. Let those famed matrons, That are canonized worthy of our sex, Transcend me in their sanctity of life ; I yet will equal them in dying nobly, Ambitious of no honour after life, But that, when I am dead, you will forgive me.
Sida 241 - For, even as the index tells us the contents of stories, and directs to the particular chapters, even so does the outward habit and superficial order of garments (in man or woman) give us a taste of the spirit, and demonstratively point (as it were a manual note from the margin) all the internal quality and habiliment of the soul...
Sida 206 - Not only hath eat up ungratefully All means of thee, her son, but last thyself, Leaving thy heir so bare and indigent, He cannot raise thee a poor monument, Such as a flatterer or an usurer hath, Thy worth in every honest breast builds one, Making their friendly hearts thy funeral stone.
Sida 129 - I have no skill. Here's another, Observe but what a cozening look he has ! — Hold up thy head, man ; if, for drawing gallants Into mortgages for commodities, cheating heirs With your new counterfeit gold thread, and gumm'd velvets, He does not transcend all that went before him, Call in his patent : pass the rest ; they'll all make Sufficient beccos, and, with their brow-antlers, Bear up the cap of maintenance.
Sida 211 - No autumn nor no age ever approach This heavenly piece; which Nature having wrought, She lost her needle, and did then despair Ever to work so lively and so fair ! Lilad.
Sida 128 - twas odds of strength in tyrants, That pluck'd the first link from the golden chain With which that THING OF THINGS* bound in the world. Why then, since we are taught, by their examples, To love our liberty, if not command, Should the strong serve the weak, the fair, deform'd ones ? Or such as know the cause of things, pay tribute To ignorant fools...