The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One VolumeThomas Cowperthwait & Company, 1838 - 603 páginas |
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... Teresa's Guardian . DON ALVAR , the eldest son . DON ORDONIO , the youngest son . MONVIEDRO , a Dominican and Inquisitor . ZULIMEZ , the faithful attendant on Alvar . It is a poison - tree that , pierced to the inmost , Weeps only tears ...
... Teresa's Guardian . DON ALVAR , the eldest son . DON ORDONIO , the youngest son . MONVIEDRO , a Dominican and Inquisitor . ZULIMEZ , the faithful attendant on Alvar . It is a poison - tree that , pierced to the inmost , Weeps only tears ...
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... TERESA and VALDEZ . TERESA . I hold Ordonio dear ; he is your son And Alvar's brother . VALDEZ . Love him for himself , Nor make the living wretched for the dead . TERESA . I mourn that you should plead in vain , Lord Valdez ; But ...
... TERESA and VALDEZ . TERESA . I hold Ordonio dear ; he is your son And Alvar's brother . VALDEZ . Love him for himself , Nor make the living wretched for the dead . TERESA . I mourn that you should plead in vain , Lord Valdez ; But ...
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... TERESA ( with great tenderness ) VALDEZ . My father ! The sober truth is all too much for me ! I see no sail which brings not to my mind The home - bound bark in which my son was captured By the Algerine - to perish with his captors !
... TERESA ( with great tenderness ) VALDEZ . My father ! The sober truth is all too much for me ! I see no sail which brings not to my mind The home - bound bark in which my son was captured By the Algerine - to perish with his captors !
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... TERESA looks at MONVIEDRO with disgust and horror . ORDONIO's appearance to be collected from what follows . MONVIEDRO ( to VALDEZ , and pointing at ORDONIO ) . What ! is he ill , my Lord ? how strange he looks ! VALDEZ ( angrily ) ...
... TERESA looks at MONVIEDRO with disgust and horror . ORDONIO's appearance to be collected from what follows . MONVIEDRO ( to VALDEZ , and pointing at ORDONIO ) . What ! is he ill , my Lord ? how strange he looks ! VALDEZ ( angrily ) ...
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... TERESA . O Heaven ! it is too horrible to hear . ALHADRA . What was it then to suffer ? " Tis most right That such as you should hear it . - Know you not , What Nature makes you mourn , she bids you heal ? Great Evils ask great Passions ...
... TERESA . O Heaven ! it is too horrible to hear . ALHADRA . What was it then to suffer ? " Tis most right That such as you should hear it . - Know you not , What Nature makes you mourn , she bids you heal ? Great Evils ask great Passions ...
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Términos y frases comunes
AHASUERUS ALHADRA ALVAR arms art thou BATHORY BEATRICE beneath BETHLEN blood breath bright BUTLER calm CASIMIR CENCI child clouds COUNTESS curse dæmons dare dark dead dear death deep DEMOGORGON doth dream Duke earth Egra EMERICK eyes fair faith father fear feel flowers gaze gentle GLYCINE hast hath hear heard heart Heaven hope hour human ILLO Illyria ISIDORE ISOLANI lady Laon LASKA light living look look'd Lord mind moon mother mountains night o'er OCTAVIO ORDONIO pale PANTHEA pass'd pause Piccolomini poison'd PROMETHEUS QUESTENBERG RAAB KIUPRILI RAGOZZI Robespierre round SAROLTA SCENE seem'd SEMICHORUS shadow silent sleep smile song soul sound speak spirit stars strange stream sweet tears TERESA TERTSKY thee THEKLA thine things thou art thought throne trembling truth tyrant VALDEZ voice WALLENSTEIN waves wild wind wings words youth ZAPOLYA
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Página 464 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream...
Página 76 - Is it he?' quoth one, 'Is this the man? By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross. The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Página 78 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay!
Página 76 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Página 72 - The bride hath paced into the hall, Red as a rose is she : Nodding their heads before her goes The merry minstrelsy. The Wedding-guest he beat his breast, Yet he cannot choose but hear ; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner. And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong : He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends...
Página 465 - I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below.
Página 74 - I fear thee and thy glittering eye. And thy skinny hand so brown." — " Fear not, fear not, thou Wedding-Guest! This body dropt not down Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide, wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony. The many men so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I. I...
Página 48 - Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thought, Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy...
Página 76 - gan stir, With a short uneasy motion— Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound: It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
Página 78 - I bid thee say What manner of man art thou?" Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched With a woful agony, Which forced me to begin my tale; And then it left me free. Since then, at an uncertain hour, That agony returns: And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns. I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.