The Modern British Drama: In Five Volumes, المجلد 2William Miller, 1811 |
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... SCENE , Spain . REVENGE . ACT I. ACT II . 2 ACT III. BY OFT has the buskin'd muse , with action mean , Debas'd the glory of the tragic scene : While puny villains , dress'd in purple pride , With crimes obscene , the heaven - born rage ...
... SCENE , Spain . REVENGE . ACT I. ACT II . 2 ACT III. BY OFT has the buskin'd muse , with action mean , Debas'd the glory of the tragic scene : While puny villains , dress'd in purple pride , With crimes obscene , the heaven - born rage ...
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... SCENE , -Macedon . ACT I. Dem . How , brother ! unattired ? THE tragic muse , revolving many a page Of Time's long records , drawn from every age , Forms not her plans on low or trivial deeds , But marks the striking ! When some hero ...
... SCENE , -Macedon . ACT I. Dem . How , brother ! unattired ? THE tragic muse , revolving many a page Of Time's long records , drawn from every age , Forms not her plans on low or trivial deeds , But marks the striking ! When some hero ...
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... SCENE I. Enter CURTIUS and POSTHUMIUS . Cur . There's something of magnificence about us , I have not seen at Rome . But you can tell me . [ Gazes round . Post . True hither sent on former embassies , I know this splendid court of ...
... SCENE I. Enter CURTIUS and POSTHUMIUS . Cur . There's something of magnificence about us , I have not seen at Rome . But you can tell me . [ Gazes round . Post . True hither sent on former embassies , I know this splendid court of ...
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... SCENE I. King , POSTHUMIUS , & c . meeting . Post . We , in behalf of our allies , O king ! Called on thee yesterday , to clear thy glory . No wonder now , that Philip is unjust To strangers , who has murdered his own son , King . Tis ...
... SCENE I. King , POSTHUMIUS , & c . meeting . Post . We , in behalf of our allies , O king ! Called on thee yesterday , to clear thy glory . No wonder now , that Philip is unjust To strangers , who has murdered his own son , King . Tis ...
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... scene to scene , advancing in distress , Through a sad series , to this dire result ; As if the Thracian queen conducted all , And wrote the moral in her children's blood ; Which seas might labour to wash out in vain . Hear it , ye ...
... scene to scene , advancing in distress , Through a sad series , to this dire result ; As if the Thracian queen conducted all , And wrote the moral in her children's blood ; Which seas might labour to wash out in vain . Hear it , ye ...
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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.