The Modern British Drama: In Five Volumes, المجلد 2William Miller, 1811 |
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الصفحة 42
... Erit . Dem . Without that token of a brother's love He could not part ; my death was not enough . I came for mercy , and I find it here ; And death is mercy , since my love is lost . Alas ! my father too ! my heart aches for him . And ...
... Erit . Dem . Without that token of a brother's love He could not part ; my death was not enough . I came for mercy , and I find it here ; And death is mercy , since my love is lost . Alas ! my father too ! my heart aches for him . And ...
الصفحة 43
... Erit . Oh , I've a darker dungeon in my soul , Nor want an executioner to kill me . What revolutions in the human heart Will pity cause ! What horrid deeds revenge ! Erit . SCENE III . Enter ANTIGONUS , with Attendants . Ant . How ...
... Erit . Oh , I've a darker dungeon in my soul , Nor want an executioner to kill me . What revolutions in the human heart Will pity cause ! What horrid deeds revenge ! Erit . SCENE III . Enter ANTIGONUS , with Attendants . Ant . How ...
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... Erit TRUEMAN . Barn . Vain , busy thoughts , be still ! What avails it to think on what I might have been ! I now am what I have made myself . Enter TRUEMAN and MARIA . True . Madam , reluctant I lead you to this dis- mal scene . This ...
... Erit TRUEMAN . Barn . Vain , busy thoughts , be still ! What avails it to think on what I might have been ! I now am what I have made myself . Enter TRUEMAN and MARIA . True . Madam , reluctant I lead you to this dis- mal scene . This ...
الصفحة 97
... Erit EUSTACE . Y. Wilm , We flatter and torment ourselves by turns , With what shall never be . Amazing folly ! We stand exposed to many unavoidable Calamities , and therefore fondly labour ' T ' increase their number and inforce their ...
... Erit EUSTACE . Y. Wilm , We flatter and torment ourselves by turns , With what shall never be . Amazing folly ! We stand exposed to many unavoidable Calamities , and therefore fondly labour ' T ' increase their number and inforce their ...
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... Erit Servant . Who can this stranger be ! I know no foreigner Enter Young WILMOT . Nor any man like this . Y. Wilm . Ten thousand joys ! [ Going to embrace her . Char . Sir , you are too bold - Forbear , and let me know What business ...
... Erit Servant . Who can this stranger be ! I know no foreigner Enter Young WILMOT . Nor any man like this . Y. Wilm . Ten thousand joys ! [ Going to embrace her . Char . Sir , you are too bold - Forbear , and let me know What business ...
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
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مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 583 - Yet should I try, the uncontrolled worth Of this pure cause would kindle my rapt spirits To such a flame of sacred vehemence...
الصفحة 579 - I was all ear, !(« And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.