The Modern British Drama: In Five Volumes, Volume 2William Miller, 1811 |
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... death would please me . Unhappy fate ! My country overcome ! My six years hope of vengeance quite expired ! - Would nature were- -I will not fall alone ; But others ' groans shall tell the world my death . [ Aside , and exit . Enter ...
... death would please me . Unhappy fate ! My country overcome ! My six years hope of vengeance quite expired ! - Would nature were- -I will not fall alone ; But others ' groans shall tell the world my death . [ Aside , and exit . Enter ...
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... death ; but so reveres his friend , He can't persuade his heart to wed the maid Without your leave , and that he ... death ? I do - Shall I then lead her to his arms s ? Oh , which side shall I take ? Be stabbed , or- stab ? ' Tis equal ...
... death ; but so reveres his friend , He can't persuade his heart to wed the maid Without your leave , and that he ... death ? I do - Shall I then lead her to his arms s ? Oh , which side shall I take ? Be stabbed , or- stab ? ' Tis equal ...
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... death is often ambushed in their smiles ; We know not whom we have to fear , " Tis cer- tain A letter may be forged , and in a point Of such a dreadful consequence as this , One would rely on nought that might be false . Think , have ...
... death is often ambushed in their smiles ; We know not whom we have to fear , " Tis cer- tain A letter may be forged , and in a point Of such a dreadful consequence as this , One would rely on nought that might be false . Think , have ...
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... deaths . Can , then , death's self be feared ? our life much rather . Life is the desert , life the solitude , Death joins us to the great majority : ' Tis to be borne to Plato's , and to Cæsars ; ' Tis to be great for ever ; ' Tis ...
... deaths . Can , then , death's self be feared ? our life much rather . Life is the desert , life the solitude , Death joins us to the great majority : ' Tis to be borne to Plato's , and to Cæsars ; ' Tis to be great for ever ; ' Tis ...
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... death ? What dreadful tale dost tell me ? Let me think- Enter ZANGA . Zan . Death to my towering hopes ! Oh , fall from high ! My close , long - laboured scheme at once is blasted . That dagger , found , will cause her to enquire ...
... death ? What dreadful tale dost tell me ? Let me think- Enter ZANGA . Zan . Death to my towering hopes ! Oh , fall from high ! My close , long - laboured scheme at once is blasted . That dagger , found , will cause her to enquire ...
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Common terms and phrases
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Popular passages
Page 580 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as ye go, On the light fantastic toe...
Page 580 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Page 583 - Yet should I try, the uncontrolled worth Of this pure cause would kindle my rapt spirits To such a flame of sacred vehemence...
Page 579 - I was all ear, !(« And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death.
Page 584 - Mortals, that would follow me, Love Virtue ; she alone is free. She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
Page 576 - He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i' th' centre, and enjoy bright day : But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts, Benighted walks under the mid-day sun ; Himself is his own dungeon.
Page 576 - Be it not done in pride, or in presumption. Some say no evil thing that walks by night, In fog, or fire, by lake, or moorish fen, Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost, That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, No goblin, or swart faery of the mine, Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.
Page 574 - Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence; How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night At every fall smoothing the raven down Of Darkness till it smiled...
Page 582 - Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, Covering the earth with odours, fruits and flocks, Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable, But all to please, and sate the curious taste...
Page 584 - To the ocean now I fly, And those happy climes that lie Where day never shuts his eye, Up in the broad fields of the sky. There I suck the liquid air, All amidst the gardens fair Of Hesperus, and his daughters three That sing about the golden tree.