Tragedies, Tema 73E. Moxon, 1840 - 303 páginas |
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ABRA ADRASTUS AGENOR ALASTER Argos arm'd Athenian Athens bear beauty bless blood bosom brave breathe brother CALCHAS canst CASSANDER cast clansmen CLEMANTHE CLEON Corinth CREON CREUSA CRYTHES CTESIPHON dare death delight Dost thou drama dream duty embrace Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fancy fate father fear feel Forgive friends gaze GLENLYON glorious glory gods grace grief HALBERT hand happy hath hear heart Heaven HELEN HELEN FAUCIT HENRY MACDONALD hope hour HYLLUS IPHITUS IRUS ISMENE king kneel LADY MACDONALD leave LINDSAY live look LYCUS MAC IAN MEDON mortal mother mournful never noble o'er palace pass'd passion PENTHEUS PHOCION Priest rock SCENE seek shame shed slave soldiers solemn sorrow soul speak spirit strange sweet sword tell thee thine things THOAS thou art thou hast thou wilt thought TIMOCLES tremble twas twill voice wait word wouldst youth ᎻᎪᏞᏴᎬᎡᎢ
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Página 14 - More exquisite than when nectarean juice Renews the life of joy in happiest hours. It is a little thing to speak a phrase Of common comfort which by daily use Has almost lost its sense ; yet on the ear Of him who thought to die...
Página 14 - Renews the life of joy in happiest hours. It is a little thing to speak a phrase Of common comfort which by daily use Has almost lost its sense ; yet on the ear Of him who thought to die unmourned 'twill fall Like choicest music...
Página 94 - Thou wouldst have wean'd me from thee ? Couldst thou think I would be so divorced ? Ion. Thou art right, Clemanthe, — It was a shallow and an idle thought; 'Tis past ; no show of coldness frets us now ; No vain disguise, my love.
Página 87 - Oh, I do ! I do ! ION. If for thy brother's and thy father's sake Thou art content to live, the healer, Time. Will reconcile thee to the lovely things Of this delightful world, — and if another, A happier — no, I cannot bid thee love Another ! — I did think I could have said it, But 'tis in vain. CLEMANTHE. Thou art mine own then still ? ION.
Página 12 - Bespeaks unseemly forwardness — send me ! The coarsest reed that trembles in the marsh, If Heaven select it for its instrument, May shed celestial music on the breeze, As clearly as the pipe whose virgin gold Befits the lip of Phoebus ; — ye are wise ; And needed by your country ; ye are fathers ! I am a lone stray thing, whose little life By strangers...
Página 55 - On falling nations, and on kingly lines About to sink for ever : ye, who shed Into the passions of earth's giant brood And their fierce usages the sense of justice ; Who clothe the fated battlements of tyranny With blackness as a funeral pall, and breathe Through the proud halls of...
Página 65 - No ; let me meet thy gaze ; For breathing pity lights thy features up Into more awful likeness of a form Which once shone on me ; — and which now my sense Shapes palpable — in habit of the grave, Inviting me to the sad realm where shades Of innocents, whom passionate regard Link'd with the guilty, are content to pace With them the margin of the inky flood Mournful and calm ; — 'tis surely...
Página 66 - Adras. — What strange words Are these which call my senses from the death They were composed to welcome ? — Son ! 'tis false — I had but one — and the deep wave rolls o'er him ! Medon.
Página 56 - Through the proud halls of time-emboldened guilt Portents of ruin, hear me ! — In your presence, For now I feel ye nigh, I dedicate This arm to the destruction of the king And of his race; O keep me pitiless : Expel all human weakness from my frame, That this keen weapon shake not when his heart Should feel its point ; and if he has a child Whose blood is needful to the sacrifice My country asks, harden my soul to shed it ! — Was not that thunder ? Ctes.