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Turn to tears , But the eternal substance of his greatness , You wretched and poor
reeds of sun - burnt Egypt , To which I leave him . Take the head away , And now
you have found the nature of a conAnd , with the body , give it noble burial ...
Turn to tears , But the eternal substance of his greatness , You wretched and poor
reeds of sun - burnt Egypt , To which I leave him . Take the head away , And now
you have found the nature of a conAnd , with the body , give it noble burial ...
Página 352
No , Portius , no ; I see thy sister's tears , der well Thy father's anguish , and thy
brother's death , The train of ills our love would draw behind it . In the pursuit of
our ill - fated loves : Think , Portius , think thou seest thy dying brother And ,
Portius ...
No , Portius , no ; I see thy sister's tears , der well Thy father's anguish , and thy
brother's death , The train of ills our love would draw behind it . In the pursuit of
our ill - fated loves : Think , Portius , think thou seest thy dying brother And ,
Portius ...
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Sometimes with tears thou mayst discourse of Shall he then live ? Shall the base
traitor live , me ; To laugh at my distress ? No , let him perish ! Speak of our
marriage ; let him think I loved Be quick , Orestes ! Execute my orders ! him ; Alas
!
Sometimes with tears thou mayst discourse of Shall he then live ? Shall the base
traitor live , me ; To laugh at my distress ? No , let him perish ! Speak of our
marriage ; let him think I loved Be quick , Orestes ! Execute my orders ! him ; Alas
!
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Should it be soms --should her tears flow from thence , Enter LEONORA . How
would my soul blaze up in ecstacy ! Alon . When nature ends with anguish like to
Ah no ! how sink into the depth of horrors ! this , Leon . Why would you force my ...
Should it be soms --should her tears flow from thence , Enter LEONORA . How
would my soul blaze up in ecstacy ! Alon . When nature ends with anguish like to
Ah no ! how sink into the depth of horrors ! this , Leon . Why would you force my ...
Página 454
Silence , tears , embraces , her , Are languid eloquence ; I'll seek relief And
dresses her most amiably in tears . In absence from the pain of so much
goodness , Take then my heart in dowry with the fair ! There thank the blest
above , thy sole ...
Silence , tears , embraces , her , Are languid eloquence ; I'll seek relief And
dresses her most amiably in tears . In absence from the pain of so much
goodness , Take then my heart in dowry with the fair ! There thank the blest
above , thy sole ...
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Amin arms base bear believe better bless blood brave bring Cæsar Cast cause Cleo comes command court curse danger dare dead dear death Dion dost earth Enter Erit eyes face fair faith fall false fate father fear follow force fortune give gods guard hand happy hate head hear heart Heaven hold honour hope hour I'll keep kill king lady leave live look lord lost means meet nature never night noble once peace pity poor prince rest Roman ruin SCENE shew slave soldier sorrow soul speak stand stay sure sword talk tears tell thank thee thing thou art thou hast thought true turn virtue wish woman worthy wretched wrong
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Página 13 - Do my face (If thou had'st ever feeling of a sorrow) Thus, thus, Antiphila : strive to make me look Like Sorrow's monument ; and the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless ; let the rocks Groan with continual surges ; and behind me, Make all a desolation.
Página 198 - O'er fourscore thousand men, of whom each one Is braver than himself ? Vent. You conquered for him ; Philippi knows it : there you shared with him That empire, which your sword made all your own. Ant. Fool that I was ! upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren till I was tired with soaring, And now he mounts above me.
Página 277 - And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
Página 248 - Redeemed her life with half the loss of mine; Like a rich conquest in one hand I bore her, And with the other...
Página 56 - and dressed myself In habit of a boy; and, for I knew My birth no match for you, I was past hope Of having you; and, understanding well That when I made discovery of my sex I...
Página 345 - Marcia tow'rs above her sex : True, she is fair, (oh how divinely fair !) But still the lovely maid improves her charms With inward greatness, unaffected wisdom, And sanctity of manners.
Página 203 - Was not thy fury quite disarmed with wonder? Didst thou not shrink behind me from those eyes And whisper in my ear — Oh, tell her not That I accused her with my brother's death ? DOLA.
Página 195 - They said they would not fight for Cleopatra. Why should they fight indeed, to make her conquer, And make you more a slave ? to gain you kingdoms, Which, for a kiss, at your next midnight feast, You'll sell to her ? Then she new-names her jewels, And calls this diamond such or such a tax ; Each pendant in her ear shall be a province.
Página 345 - 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.
Página 277 - Looking tranquillity! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold. And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The British Drama: pt. 1-2. Tragedies Volumen1,Parte1 de The British Drama: Comprehending the Best Plays in the English Language |
| Editor | William Miller, printed by James Ballantyne, 1804 |
| Procedencia del original | Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 3 Ene. 2007 |
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