The Modern British Drama: In Five Volumes, Volumen2William Miller, 1811 |
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... bless the offspring of his brain ; And I , your proxy , promis'd in your name , The child should live , at least six days of fame . I like the brat , but still his faults can find ; And , by the parent's leave , will speak my mind ...
... bless the offspring of his brain ; And I , your proxy , promis'd in your name , The child should live , at least six days of fame . I like the brat , but still his faults can find ; And , by the parent's leave , will speak my mind ...
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... bless me ! The queen of Thrace can answer that sad ques tion . She had two sons ; but two : and so have I. Misfortune stands with her bow ever bent Over the world ; and he , who wounds another , Directs the goddess , by that part he ...
... bless me ! The queen of Thrace can answer that sad ques tion . She had two sons ; but two : and so have I. Misfortune stands with her bow ever bent Over the world ; and he , who wounds another , Directs the goddess , by that part he ...
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... bless me and my son to - morrow ? Erix . Since you request , and your affairs de- mand it , Without a blush , I think I may comply . Dem . False are my senses ! False both ear and eye ! All , all be rather false than her I love ! Erix ...
... bless me and my son to - morrow ? Erix . Since you request , and your affairs de- mand it , Without a blush , I think I may comply . Dem . False are my senses ! False both ear and eye ! All , all be rather false than her I love ! Erix ...
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... bless , Love only feels the marvellous of pain ; Opens new veins of torture in the soul , And wakes the nerve , where agonies are born . E'en Dymas , Perseus , ( hearts of adamant ! ) Might weep these torments of their mortal foe . Erix ...
... bless , Love only feels the marvellous of pain ; Opens new veins of torture in the soul , And wakes the nerve , where agonies are born . E'en Dymas , Perseus , ( hearts of adamant ! ) Might weep these torments of their mortal foe . Erix ...
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... So public blessings are his virtues ' due . Shout , Britons , shout ! auspicious fortune bless , And cry , long live - our title to success ! A BY WHEN breathing statues mould'ring waste away , And YOUNG . ] 47 THE BROTHERS .
... So public blessings are his virtues ' due . Shout , Britons , shout ! auspicious fortune bless , And cry , long live - our title to success ! A BY WHEN breathing statues mould'ring waste away , And YOUNG . ] 47 THE BROTHERS .
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Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 583 - Yet should I try, the uncontrolled worth Of this pure cause would kindle my rapt spirits To such a flame of sacred vehemence...
Página 579 - I was all ear, !(« And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.