British Theatre, المجلد 1J. Bell, 1792 |
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... wish , that what I have now the honour to offer to your Royal Highness , may be judged not unworthy of your protection , at least in the sentiments which it inculcates . A warm and grateful sense of your goodness to me , makes me ...
... wish , that what I have now the honour to offer to your Royal Highness , may be judged not unworthy of your protection , at least in the sentiments which it inculcates . A warm and grateful sense of your goodness to me , makes me ...
الصفحة 14
... wish Left unfulfill'd , which was to see Count Tancred- Sig . To see Count Tancred ! -Pardon me , my lord- Sif . For what , my daughter ? -But , with such emotion , Why did you start at mention of Count Tancred ? Sig . Nothing - I only ...
... wish Left unfulfill'd , which was to see Count Tancred- Sig . To see Count Tancred ! -Pardon me , my lord- Sif . For what , my daughter ? -But , with such emotion , Why did you start at mention of Count Tancred ? Sig . Nothing - I only ...
الصفحة 20
... wish , of doing good ; " Whatever swells ambition , or exalts " The human soul into divine emotions , " All crowd at once upon him . " Sif . Ah , my Tancred , " Nothing so easy as in speculation , " And at a distance seen , the course ...
... wish , of doing good ; " Whatever swells ambition , or exalts " The human soul into divine emotions , " All crowd at once upon him . " Sif . Ah , my Tancred , " Nothing so easy as in speculation , " And at a distance seen , the course ...
الصفحة 23
... 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 highest joy , Th ' exalted heart can know ...
... 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 highest joy , Th ' exalted heart can know ...
الصفحة 24
... wishes happy ! Sig . You but perplex me more . Tan . It means , my fairest , That thou art queen of Sicily ; and I The happiest of mankind ! " than monarch more ! ” Because with thee I can adorn my throne . Manfred , who fell by tyrant ...
... wishes happy ! Sig . You but perplex me more . Tan . It means , my fairest , That thou art queen of Sicily ; and I The happiest of mankind ! " than monarch more ! ” Because with thee I can adorn my throne . Manfred , who fell by tyrant ...
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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.