The modern British drama, Volumen21811 |
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... thou her guardian , and thou must be mine ; Shut out the thousand pressing ills of life With thy surrounding arms - Do this , and then Set down the liberty and life thou gavest me , As little things , as essays of thy goodness , And ...
... thou her guardian , and thou must be mine ; Shut out the thousand pressing ills of life With thy surrounding arms - Do this , and then Set down the liberty and life thou gavest me , As little things , as essays of thy goodness , And ...
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... thou quite mistak'st my cause of That thou shouldst dare to dash it in my face ? pain ! [ EPILOGUE . ' Twere some excuse , had the. Alon . As thou lov'st happiness Leon . Of murder ! Alon . Rash , Rash woman ! yet forbear . Leon ...
... thou quite mistak'st my cause of That thou shouldst dare to dash it in my face ? pain ! [ EPILOGUE . ' Twere some excuse , had the. Alon . As thou lov'st happiness Leon . Of murder ! Alon . Rash , Rash woman ! yet forbear . Leon ...
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... thou wast fled , At that dead hour , when good men are at rest , When every crime and horror is abroad , Graves yawn , fiends yell , wolves howl , and ravens scream ; Than ravens , wolves , or fiends , more fatal far , To me he came ...
... thou wast fled , At that dead hour , when good men are at rest , When every crime and horror is abroad , Graves yawn , fiends yell , wolves howl , and ravens scream ; Than ravens , wolves , or fiends , more fatal far , To me he came ...
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... Thou tortur'st me : I hate all obliga- tions Which I can ne'er return - And who art thou , That I should stoop to take them from thy hand ? Care for thyself , but take no thought for me ; I will not want thee - trouble me no more . Rand ...
... Thou tortur'st me : I hate all obliga- tions Which I can ne'er return - And who art thou , That I should stoop to take them from thy hand ? Care for thyself , but take no thought for me ; I will not want thee - trouble me no more . Rand ...
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... Thou'rt lost , Alicia ! -lost to me - and Heaven . Alic . Indeed I'm lost , if you unkindly doubt me . Ard . Wilt thou , then , ne'er converse with Mosby more ? Alic . If I e'er do , may Heaven , and you , for- sake me ! Ard . You'll ...
... Thou'rt lost , Alicia ! -lost to me - and Heaven . Alic . Indeed I'm lost , if you unkindly doubt me . Ard . Wilt thou , then , ne'er converse with Mosby more ? Alic . If I e'er do , may Heaven , and you , for- sake me ! Ard . You'll ...
Términos y frases comunes
Alic Arden arms Arsi ARSINOE art thou Arvida Athelwold Barn behold bless blood bosom breast brother Cali Char charms crime Crist Cristina cruel curse dæmon dare dear death Demetrius dost thou dreadful Dumnorix Dymas e'er Elfrida ELIDURUS Enob Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith fame fate father fear give Glan grief guilt Gust Gustavus hand happy hath hear heart Heaven honour hope Horatia horror innocence Irene king Lady live look lord Lucy Macedon madam Mandane Mariamne mercy murder ne'er never o'er pain Palmira passion peace Perseus pity prince queen rage Rome ruin Sameas SCENE Selim shame slave smiles soul speak Stuke sword tears tell thee thine Thor thou art thought throne Timur tremble Twas tyrant vengeance Venusia virtue weep Wilm woes wretch youth Zamti Zaph Zara
Pasajes populares
Página 566 - I do not think my sister so to seek, Or so unprincipled in virtue's book, And the sweet peace that goodness bosoms ever, As that the single want of light and noise (Not being in danger, as I trust she is not) Could stir the constant mood of her calm thoughts, And put them into misbecoming plight.
Página 570 - 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.
Página 564 - My best guide now : methought it was the sound Of riot and ill-managed merriment, Such as the jocund flute, or gamesome pipe, Stirs up among the loose unletter'd hinds, When, for their teeming flocks, and granges full, In wanton dance they praise the bounteous Pan, And thank the gods amiss.
Página 563 - The star that bids the shepherd fold Now the top of heaven doth hold ; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream ; And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole ; Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east.
Página 569 - I was all ear, !(« And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death.
Página 570 - 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 you go, On the light fantastic toe...
Página 574 - Hours Thither all their bounties bring. There eternal Summer dwells, And west winds with musky wing About the cedarn alleys fling Nard and cassia's balmy smells.
Página 565 - Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots ; Their port was more than human, as they stood : I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i
Página 572 - 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...
Página 565 - And yet is most pretended : in a place Less warranted than this, or less secure, I cannot be, that I should fear to change it. Eye me, blest Providence, and square my trial To my proportioned strength ! Shepherd, lead on.