The Modern British Drama: In Five Volumes, المجلد 2William Miller, 1811 |
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الصفحة 39
... breast . For , oh ! the maid's unalienably mine , Though now through rage run mad , and turned to thee . How often have I languished at her feet , Basked in her eye , and revelled in her smile ! How often , as she listened to my vows ...
... breast . For , oh ! the maid's unalienably mine , Though now through rage run mad , and turned to thee . How often have I languished at her feet , Basked in her eye , and revelled in her smile ! How often , as she listened to my vows ...
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... breast .- ' Tis. I see her dying eye let fall a tear In favour of Demetrius . Shall I stab Her lovely image , stampt on every feature ? Dym . His soul escaped it , sir . King . Thou liest ; begone . [ PERSEUS and DYMAS in great confusion ...
... breast .- ' Tis. I see her dying eye let fall a tear In favour of Demetrius . Shall I stab Her lovely image , stampt on every feature ? Dym . His soul escaped it , sir . King . Thou liest ; begone . [ PERSEUS and DYMAS in great confusion ...
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... breast Shivers with chilling horror , and revolves The destiny which a Chaldæan seer Of late foretold . The pious sage had pass'd Full sixty winters in a private cell : His locks were silvered o'er with reverend white ; And on his ...
... breast Shivers with chilling horror , and revolves The destiny which a Chaldæan seer Of late foretold . The pious sage had pass'd Full sixty winters in a private cell : His locks were silvered o'er with reverend white ; And on his ...
الصفحة 55
... breast the blossom of my joys- Yet , let me bless him -- All thy wants of me May pitying angels with their aid supply ! Waft all thy pray'rs to heav'n ! which heaven ap- prove , ACT III . Which he bestows ? For none but he had pow'r.
... breast the blossom of my joys- Yet , let me bless him -- All thy wants of me May pitying angels with their aid supply ! Waft all thy pray'rs to heav'n ! which heaven ap- prove , ACT III . Which he bestows ? For none but he had pow'r.
الصفحة 56
... breast To rush on death : but , when our ear is pierc'd With the sad notes which mournful beauty yields , Our manhood melts in sympathizing tears . Nar . Heavens is it just that Mariamne's fate Claims the sad tribute of a tender tear ...
... breast To rush on death : but , when our ear is pierc'd With the sad notes which mournful beauty yields , Our manhood melts in sympathizing tears . Nar . Heavens is it just that Mariamne's fate Claims the sad tribute of a tender tear ...
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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.