The Modern British Drama: In Five Volumes, المجلد 2William Miller, 1811 |
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الصفحة 4
... turn , and let me warm me in thy beauties ! Heavens ! what a proof I gave , but two nights past , Of matchless love ! To fling me at thy feet , I slighted friendship , and I flew from fame , Nor heard the summons of the next day's ...
... turn , and let me warm me in thy beauties ! Heavens ! what a proof I gave , but two nights past , Of matchless love ! To fling me at thy feet , I slighted friendship , and I flew from fame , Nor heard the summons of the next day's ...
الصفحة 6
... turn , and shew the world Thy great example was not lost upon me , Be it enough that I have once been guilty ; In sight of such a pattern , to persist , Ill suits a person honoured with your love . My other titles to that bliss are weak ...
... turn , and shew the world Thy great example was not lost upon me , Be it enough that I have once been guilty ; In sight of such a pattern , to persist , Ill suits a person honoured with your love . My other titles to that bliss are weak ...
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... turn ? Zan . To peace . Car . Which is the way ? Zan . His happiness is yours- I dare not disbelieve you . Car . Kill my friend ! Or worse - Alas ! and can there be a worse ? A worse there is ; nor can my nature bear it . Zan . You have ...
... turn ? Zan . To peace . Car . Which is the way ? Zan . His happiness is yours- I dare not disbelieve you . Car . Kill my friend ! Or worse - Alas ! and can there be a worse ? A worse there is ; nor can my nature bear it . Zan . You have ...
الصفحة 9
... turn your back upon his sadness ? Look on him , and then leave him if you can . Whose sorrows thus depress him ? Not his own : This moment he could wed without your leave . Car . I cannot yield ; nor can I bear his griefs . Alonzo ...
... turn your back upon his sadness ? Look on him , and then leave him if you can . Whose sorrows thus depress him ? Not his own : This moment he could wed without your leave . Car . I cannot yield ; nor can I bear his griefs . Alonzo ...
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... turns this disappointment to account . He more shall credit it , because unseen , ( If ' tis unseen ) as thou anon may'st ... turn . Zan . My lord ! Alon . Shut close the doors , That not a spirit find an entrance here . Zan . My lord's ...
... turns this disappointment to account . He more shall credit it , because unseen , ( If ' tis unseen ) as thou anon may'st ... turn . Zan . My lord ! Alon . Shut close the doors , That not a spirit find an entrance here . Zan . My lord's ...
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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.