The Modern British Drama: In Five Volumes, Volume 2William Miller, 1811 |
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... lost . Then must I now dissemble - if I can . Leon . My lord , excuse me ; see , a second time I come in embassy from all your friends , Whose joys are languid uninspired by you . Alon . This moment , Leonora , I was coming To thee ...
... lost . Then must I now dissemble - if I can . Leon . My lord , excuse me ; see , a second time I come in embassy from all your friends , Whose joys are languid uninspired by you . Alon . This moment , Leonora , I was coming To thee ...
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... lost- Curse on the coward's heart ! wither his hand , Which held the steel in vain ! What can be done ? - Where can I fix ? -That's something still - ' twill breed Fell rage and bitterness betwixt their souls , Which may , perchance ...
... lost- Curse on the coward's heart ! wither his hand , Which held the steel in vain ! What can be done ? - Where can I fix ? -That's something still - ' twill breed Fell rage and bitterness betwixt their souls , Which may , perchance ...
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... lost , Destroyed , would less confound me , than resigned . Peri . But are you sure Demetrius will at- tempt ? Per . Why does Rome court him ? For his vir- tues ? No. To fire him to dominion ; to blow up A cival war ; then to support ...
... lost , Destroyed , would less confound me , than resigned . Peri . But are you sure Demetrius will at- tempt ? Per . Why does Rome court him ? For his vir- tues ? No. To fire him to dominion ; to blow up A cival war ; then to support ...
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... lost her heart . Erix . That I'm serene , says not I never loved . King . Oh , daughter ! -- but no more ; the gods Indeed , the vulgar float as passion drives ; will thank you . I go to bless my Perseus with the news . Dym . Thus the ...
... lost her heart . Erix . That I'm serene , says not I never loved . King . Oh , daughter ! -- but no more ; the gods Indeed , the vulgar float as passion drives ; will thank you . I go to bless my Perseus with the news . Dym . Thus the ...
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... lost . If no compassion , when his crimes are weigh'd , To his ill - fated fondness must be paid , Yet see , ye fair ! and see with pitying eyes , The bright afflicted Mariamne rise . No fancied tale our op'ning scenes disclose ...
... lost . If no compassion , when his crimes are weigh'd , To his ill - fated fondness must be paid , Yet see , ye fair ! and see with pitying eyes , The bright afflicted Mariamne rise . No fancied tale our op'ning scenes disclose ...
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Common terms and phrases
arms art thou Arvida Athelwold bear Beauf behold bless blood bosom brave breast brother Cali Caractacus Char charms crime cruel curse dæmon dare dear death deed dost thou dread druid Dumnorix Dymas e'er Ebran Elfrida ELIDURUS Eliz Enob Enter Essex Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith fate father fear fond give Glan grief guilt hand hath hear heart Heaven honour hope Horatia horror hour Irene king Lady live look lord madam mercy murder ne'er never o'er Palmira passion peace Perseus Pharasmanes pity prince queen rage revenge Rhad Rhadamistus Roman Rome ruin SCENE scorn Selim shame Sifroy slave smiles sorrow soul speak Stuke sword tears tell thee thine thou art thought throne Timur tremble truth Twas tyrant vengeance Venusia virtue weep woes wretch youth Zamti Zaph Zuph
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.