British Theatre, المجلد 1J. Bell, 1792 |
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الصفحة 10
... look of ardour and impatience , As if this near event was to Count Tancred Of more importance than I comprehend . Sig . There lies , my Laura , o'er my Tancred's birth A cloud I cannot pierce . With princely accost , Nay , with respect ...
... look of ardour and impatience , As if this near event was to Count Tancred Of more importance than I comprehend . Sig . There lies , my Laura , o'er my Tancred's birth A cloud I cannot pierce . With princely accost , Nay , with respect ...
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... looks I read , Confirm'd , the mournful news that fly abroad From tongue to tongue - We then , at last have lost The good old king ? Sif . Yes , we have lost a father ! The greatest blessing Heaven bestows on mortals , " And seldom ...
... looks I read , Confirm'd , the mournful news that fly abroad From tongue to tongue - We then , at last have lost The good old king ? Sif . Yes , we have lost a father ! The greatest blessing Heaven bestows on mortals , " And seldom ...
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... look to thee . But what is fortune to the wish of love ? A miserable bankrupt ! " Oh , ' tis poor , " " Tis scanty all , whate'er we can bestow ! " The wealth of kings is wretchedness and want ! " Quick , let me find her ! taste that ...
... look to thee . But what is fortune to the wish of love ? A miserable bankrupt ! " Oh , ' tis poor , " " Tis scanty all , whate'er we can bestow ! " The wealth of kings is wretchedness and want ! " Quick , let me find her ! taste that ...
الصفحة 35
John Bell. " We meet to - day with open hearts and looks , " Not gloom'd by party , scowling on each other , " But all the children of one happy isle , " The social sons of liberty . No pride , " No passion now , no thwarting views ...
John Bell. " We meet to - day with open hearts and looks , " Not gloom'd by party , scowling on each other , " But all the children of one happy isle , " The social sons of liberty . No pride , " No passion now , no thwarting views ...
الصفحة 38
... looks , And fond assiduous care to please each other , Most certainly they love - Oh , be they blest , As they deserve ! It were great pity aught Should part a matchless pair ; the glory he , And she the blooming grace of Sicily ! 2nd ...
... looks , And fond assiduous care to please each other , Most certainly they love - Oh , be they blest , As they deserve ! It were great pity aught Should part a matchless pair ; the glory he , And she the blooming grace of Sicily ! 2nd ...
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AARON HILL arms art thou behold Belvidera betray'd bless bless'd blood bosom breast Cæsarea charms Christian Constantia cruel curs'd dagger dare daughter dear death dreadful e'er Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faith faithless false fate father fear fix'd fortune give guard hand happy hate hear heart Heaven honour hope Jaffier king Laura lord lov'd Lusignan Madam Nacky ne'er Nerestan never night noble o'er on't Oras Orasmin Osman Osmond passion peace Pier Pierre pity poison'd pow'r pride prince Priuli rage Renault revenge Rodolpho SCENE Selima senate shame shew Sicily Siffredi Sigismunda slave soft sorrows soul swear Tancred tears tell tender thee thine THOMAS OTWAY thou art thou hast thought throne traitor trembling truth twill tyrant unhappy Venice vile villain virtue vows William the Bad wilt woes wretch Zara
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الصفحة 111 - Then hear me, bounteous Heaven ! Pour down your blessings on this beauteous head, Where everlasting sweets are always springing, With a continual giving hand: let peace, Honour, and safety, always hover round her: Feed her with plenty, let her eyes ne'er see A sight of sorrow, nor her heart know mourning: Crown all her days with joy...
الصفحة 25 - The bitterness her tender spirit tastes of, I own myself a coward : bear my weakness, If, throwing thus my arms about thy neck, I play the boy, and blubber in thy bosom : Oh ! I shall drown thee with my sorrows. Pier. Burn, First burn and level Venice to thy ruin ! What ! starve like beggars...
الصفحة 81 - Your fears won't let you, nor the longing itch To hear a story which you dread the truth of: Truth, which the fear of smart, shall ne'er get from me. Cowards are scar'd with threat'nings ; boys are whipt Into confessions : but a steady mind Acts of itself, ne'er asks the body counsel. Give him the tortures...
الصفحة 16 - I received you, Courted, and sought to raise you to your merits : My house, my table, nay my fortune too, My very self, was yours; you might have used me To your best service.
الصفحة 85 - Adriatic, plough' d Like a lewd whore by bolder prows than yours, Stepp'd not I forth, and taught your loose Venetians, The task of honour and the way to greatness...
الصفحة 88 - I have not wrong'd thee, by these tears I have not. But still am honest, true, and hope too, valiant: My mind still full of thee, therefore still noble; Let not thy eyes then shun me, nor thy heart Detest me utterly; oh, look upon me, Look back and see my sad sincere submission ! How my heart swells, as even 'twould burst my bosom; Fond of its gaol, and labouring to be at thee ! What shall I do ? what say to make thee hear me ? Pierr.
الصفحة 28 - ... woman ! lovely woman ! Nature made thee To temper man : we had been brutes without you ; Angels are painted fair, to look like you : There's in you all that we believe of Heaven, Amazing brightness, purity, and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
الصفحة 35 - And bitterest disquiet wring his heart! Oh, let him live till life become his burden; Let him groan under't long, linger an age In the worst agonies and pangs of death, And find its ease but late!
الصفحة 89 - No, this vile world and I have long been jangling, And cannot part on better terms than now, When only men like thee are fit to live in't.
الصفحة 18 - There's not a wretch that lives on common charity But's happier than me: for I have known The luscious sweets of plenty; every night Have slept with soft content about my head, And never waked but to a joyful morning ; Yet now must fall like a full ear of corn, Whose blossom scaped, yet's withered in the ripening.