The British Drama: pt. 1-2. TragediesWilliam Miller, printed by James Ballantyne, 1804 |
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الصفحة ii
... lost , by degrees , his ascendancy in the entertainment , till , at length , he was altogether set aside ; and subjects of general history , dramati- cally disposed , now entirely supplied the place of bare dithyrambics . These ...
... lost , by degrees , his ascendancy in the entertainment , till , at length , he was altogether set aside ; and subjects of general history , dramati- cally disposed , now entirely supplied the place of bare dithyrambics . These ...
الصفحة 9
... lost one desire : ' Tis not his crown Shall buy me to thy bed now , I resolve , He has dishonoured thee . Give me thy hand ; Be careful of thy credit , and sin closc ; Tis all I wish . Upon thy chamber floor I'll rest to - night , that ...
... lost one desire : ' Tis not his crown Shall buy me to thy bed now , I resolve , He has dishonoured thee . Give me thy hand ; Be careful of thy credit , and sin closc ; Tis all I wish . Upon thy chamber floor I'll rest to - night , that ...
الصفحة 10
ACT III . Diph . You look as you had lost your eyes to- Of that , it knows so well ? There's nothing here , Mel . But why , my friend , should I. As this sad lady's was . Do it by me ; Do it again , by me , the lost Aspatia , And you ...
ACT III . Diph . You look as you had lost your eyes to- Of that , it knows so well ? There's nothing here , Mel . But why , my friend , should I. As this sad lady's was . Do it by me ; Do it again , by me , the lost Aspatia , And you ...
الصفحة 26
... lost . Thy hands are bloody , and thou hast a knife ! Evad . In this consists thy happiness and mine . Joy to Amintor ! for the king is dead . Amin . Those have most power to hurt us , that we love ; We lay our sleeping lives within ...
... lost . Thy hands are bloody , and thou hast a knife ! Evad . In this consists thy happiness and mine . Joy to Amintor ! for the king is dead . Amin . Those have most power to hurt us , that we love ; We lay our sleeping lives within ...
الصفحة 41
... lost . Phi . But there are pains , false boy , For perjured souls : Think but on these , and then Thy heart will melt , and thou wilt utter all . Bel . May they fall all upon me whilst I live , If I be perjured , or have ever thought Of ...
... lost . Phi . But there are pains , false boy , For perjured souls : Think but on these , and then Thy heart will melt , and thou wilt utter all . Bel . May they fall all upon me whilst I live , If I be perjured , or have ever thought Of ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Acast Alex Amin Amintor arms Bajazet Beaumel bless blood brave Cæsar Cast Castalio Cato Char Cleo Cleon Cleopatra Cleora curse dare Daugh dear death DECIUS Dion Diph DIPHILUS dost thou Drusius Enter Evad Evadne Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fate father fear fortune give gods grief hand hate hath hear heart Heaven Hengo honour hope Juba Judas kill king kiss lady Leost Leosthenes live look lord Lysimachus madam ne'er Nennius never noble o'er peace Petillius Philaster Photinus pity POLYPERCHON Pompey prince Ptol Ptolomy Pyrrhus queen revenge Roch Roman Romont ruin SCENE scorn shew slave soldier sorrow soul speak Suet sweet sword Syphax tears tell thee thou art thou hast thought Thra Timag Twas Vent virtue weep wilt wretched wrong
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 13 - Do my face (If thou had'st ever feeling of a sorrow) Thus, thus, Antiphila : strive to make me look Like Sorrow's monument ; and the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless ; let the rocks Groan with continual surges ; and behind me, Make all a desolation.
الصفحة 198 - O'er fourscore thousand men, of whom each one Is braver than himself ? Vent. You conquered for him ; Philippi knows it : there you shared with him That empire, which your sword made all your own. Ant. Fool that I was ! upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren till I was tired with soaring, And now he mounts above me.
الصفحة 279 - And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
الصفحة 248 - Redeemed her life with half the loss of mine; Like a rich conquest in one hand I bore her, And with the other...
الصفحة 56 - and dressed myself In habit of a boy; and, for I knew My birth no match for you, I was past hope Of having you; and, understanding well That when I made discovery of my sex I...
الصفحة 347 - Marcia tow'rs above her sex : True, she is fair, (oh how divinely fair !) But still the lovely maid improves her charms With inward greatness, unaffected wisdom, And sanctity of manners.
الصفحة 203 - Was not thy fury quite disarmed with wonder? Didst thou not shrink behind me from those eyes And whisper in my ear — Oh, tell her not That I accused her with my brother's death ? DOLA.
الصفحة 195 - They said they would not fight for Cleopatra. Why should they fight indeed, to make her conquer, And make you more a slave ? to gain you kingdoms, Which, for a kiss, at your next midnight feast, You'll sell to her ? Then she new-names her jewels, And calls this diamond such or such a tax ; Each pendant in her ear shall be a province.
الصفحة 347 - Tis not a set of features, or complexion, The tincture of a skin, that I admire: Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.
الصفحة 279 - Looking tranquillity! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold. And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart.