British Theatre: The orphan, by Thomas Otway. 1791. Cato, by Joseph Addison. 1791J. Bell, 1791 |
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... fear , lest when I have done my best , the world should condemn me for saying too little , and you yourself check me for meddling with a task unfit for my talent . For the description of virtues and perfections so rare as yours are ...
... fear , lest when I have done my best , the world should condemn me for saying too little , and you yourself check me for meddling with a task unfit for my talent . For the description of virtues and perfections so rare as yours are ...
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... fears hence , ne'er brought ' em home . Oft has he plough'd the boist'rous ocean o'er , Yet ne'er more welcome to the longing shore , Not when he brought home victories before . For then fresh laurels flourish'd on his brow ; And he ...
... fears hence , ne'er brought ' em home . Oft has he plough'd the boist'rous ocean o'er , Yet ne'er more welcome to the longing shore , Not when he brought home victories before . For then fresh laurels flourish'd on his brow ; And he ...
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... fears , and nice suspicions . I could not bear a rival in my friendship , I am so much in love , and fond of thee . Pol . Yet you will break this friendship . Cast . Not for crowns . Pol . But for a toy you would , a woman's toy ...
... fears , and nice suspicions . I could not bear a rival in my friendship , I am so much in love , and fond of thee . Pol . Yet you will break this friendship . Cast . Not for crowns . Pol . But for a toy you would , a woman's toy ...
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... fear its harm , and fain would have it back . Come near , Cordelio . I must chide you , sir . Page . Why , madam , have I done you any wrong ? Mon. I never see you now ; you have been kinder ? Sat by my bed , and sung me pretty songs ...
... fear its harm , and fain would have it back . Come near , Cordelio . I must chide you , sir . Page . Why , madam , have I done you any wrong ? Mon. I never see you now ; you have been kinder ? Sat by my bed , and sung me pretty songs ...
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... fears . 81 Cha . Words wou'd but wrong the gratitude I owe you : Shou'd I begin to speak , my soul's so full , That I should talk of nothing else all day . Enter MONIMIA . Mon. My brother ! Cha . Oh my sister ! let me hold thee Long in ...
... fears . 81 Cha . Words wou'd but wrong the gratitude I owe you : Shou'd I begin to speak , my soul's so full , That I should talk of nothing else all day . Enter MONIMIA . Mon. My brother ! Cha . Oh my sister ! let me hold thee Long in ...
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Acast AMBROSE PHILIPS Andr Andromache arms Astyanax bear beauty behold blest blood brave brother Cæsar Cast Castalio Cato Cato's Ceph Cephisa Chamont Chap charms Cleo Cleone death Decius dost thou e'er Enter Epirus ev'n ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes false fate father fear fortune friendship give gods Greece Greeks grief guards happy hate hear heart Heav'n Hector Hermione honour hope Juba king live lord lov'd Lucia Lucius madam maid Marc Marcia Marcus Monimia ne'er never Numidian o'er Orest passion Phan Pharsalia Phoenix pity Polydore Portius Pr'ythee prince Pylades Pyrrhus rage Roman Roman senate Rome SCENE scorn Sempronius senate shew sorrows soul speak sure sword Syph Syphax tears tell thee thou hast thought Troy Twas Twill tyrant unhappy virtue vows wilt thou woman wouldst thou wretch wrong'd
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الصفحة 78 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well ; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man ! Eternity ! thou pleasing, dreadful thought ! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes...
الصفحة 79 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
الصفحة 79 - The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a power above us — And that there is, all nature cries aloud Through all her works — He must delight in virtue; And that which He delights in must be happy.
الصفحة 78 - Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.
الصفحة 79 - ... there is all Nature cries aloud Through all her works). He must delight in virtue ; And that which He delights in must be happy. But when ? or where ? This world was made for Caesar — I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them.
الصفحة x - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
الصفحة 18 - Tis not in mortals to command success, But we'll do more, Sempronius; we'll deserve it.
الصفحة 34 - CATO. Let|| not a torrent of impetuous zeal Transport thee thus beyond the bounds of REASON : True FORTITUDE is seen in great exploits, That justice warrants, and that wisdom guides: All else is tow'ring frenzy and distraction.
الصفحة 24 - Then rises fresh, pursues his wonted game, And if the following day he chance to find A new repast, or an untasted spring, Blesses his stars, and thinks it luxury.
الصفحة 63 - Forbear, Sempronius ! — see they suffer death, But in their deaths remember they are men. Strain not the laws to make their tortures grievous. Lucius, the base degenerate age requires Severity, and justice in its rigour; This awes an impious...