The modern British drama, المجلد 21811 |
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الصفحة 25
... queen , through grief , on her dead sons ex- pired . One child alone survived ; a female infant , Amidst these horrors , in the cradle smiled . Cur . What of that infant ? Post . Stung with sharp remorse , The victor took , and gave her ...
... queen , through grief , on her dead sons ex- pired . One child alone survived ; a female infant , Amidst these horrors , in the cradle smiled . Cur . What of that infant ? Post . Stung with sharp remorse , The victor took , and gave her ...
الصفحة 27
... queen And her two murdered sons . She frowned upon me , And pointed at their wounds ! How throbbed my heart ! How shook my couch ! and when the morning came , The formidable picture still subsisted , And slowly vanished from my waking ...
... queen And her two murdered sons . She frowned upon me , And pointed at their wounds ! How throbbed my heart ! How shook my couch ! and when the morning came , The formidable picture still subsisted , And slowly vanished from my waking ...
الصفحة 30
... queen of her affections , and can vent Her arbitrary sighs , where'er she pleases . Shall then the daughter of a race of kings- And kill Demetrius . Del . Madam , see the prince . Enter DEMETRIUS . Erix . Ah , prince ! the tempest ...
... queen of her affections , and can vent Her arbitrary sighs , where'er she pleases . Shall then the daughter of a race of kings- And kill Demetrius . Del . Madam , see the prince . Enter DEMETRIUS . Erix . Ah , prince ! the tempest ...
الصفحة 38
... queen . While you deserved , my passion was sincere : You change , my passion dies . But , pardon , sir , If my vain mind thinks anger is too much ; Take my neglect , I can afford no more . Dem . No ? rage ! flame ! thunder ! give a ...
... queen . While you deserved , my passion was sincere : You change , my passion dies . But , pardon , sir , If my vain mind thinks anger is too much ; Take my neglect , I can afford no more . Dem . No ? rage ! flame ! thunder ! give a ...
الصفحة 39
... queen . [ Exit . Per . When I have worked him up to violence , Bring thou the king , and pity my distress . [ To PERICLES , who goes out . Dem . On what extremes extreme distress com- pels me ! In things impossible I put my trust : I ...
... queen . [ Exit . Per . When I have worked him up to violence , Bring thou the king , and pity my distress . [ To PERICLES , who goes out . Dem . On what extremes extreme distress com- pels me ! In things impossible I put my trust : I ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Alic Arden arms Arsi ARSINOE art thou Arvida Athelwold Barn behold bless blood bosom breast brother Cali Char charms crime Crist Cristina cruel curse dæmon dare dear death Demetrius dost thou dreadful Dumnorix Dymas e'er Elfrida ELIDURUS Enob Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith fame fate father fear give Glan grief guilt Gust Gustavus hand happy hath hear heart Heaven honour hope Horatia horror innocence Irene king Lady live look lord Lucy Macedon madam Mandane Mariamne mercy murder ne'er never o'er pain Palmira passion peace Perseus pity prince queen rage Rome ruin Sameas SCENE Selim shame slave smiles soul speak Stuke sword tears tell thee thine Thor thou art thought throne Timur tremble Twas tyrant vengeance Venusia virtue weep Wilm woes wretch youth Zamti Zaph Zara
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 566 - I do not think my sister so to seek, Or so unprincipled in virtue's book, And the sweet peace that goodness bosoms ever, As that the single want of light and noise (Not being in danger, as I trust she is not) Could stir the constant mood of her calm thoughts, And put them into misbecoming plight.
الصفحة 570 - 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 564 - My best guide now : methought it was the sound Of riot and ill-managed merriment, Such as the jocund flute, or gamesome pipe, Stirs up among the loose unletter'd hinds, When, for their teeming flocks, and granges full, In wanton dance they praise the bounteous Pan, And thank the gods amiss.
الصفحة 563 - The star that bids the shepherd fold Now the top of heaven doth hold ; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream ; And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole ; Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east.
الصفحة 569 - I was all ear, !(« And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death.
الصفحة 570 - 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 you go, On the light fantastic toe...
الصفحة 574 - Hours Thither all their bounties bring. There eternal Summer dwells, And west winds with musky wing About the cedarn alleys fling Nard and cassia's balmy smells.
الصفحة 565 - Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots ; Their port was more than human, as they stood : I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i
الصفحة 572 - 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 565 - And yet is most pretended : in a place Less warranted than this, or less secure, I cannot be, that I should fear to change it. Eye me, blest Providence, and square my trial To my proportioned strength ! Shepherd, lead on.