Bell's British Theatre: Consisting of the Most Esteemed English Plays, المجلد 3John Bell and under the direction of George Cawthorn, British Library, Strand, 1797 |
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الصفحة 17
... grief : But she , with looks averse , and eyes that froze me , Sadly reply'd , her sorrows were her own , Nor in a father's power to dispose of . Sci . Away ! it is the cozenage of their sex ; One of the common arts they practise on us ...
... grief : But she , with looks averse , and eyes that froze me , Sadly reply'd , her sorrows were her own , Nor in a father's power to dispose of . Sci . Away ! it is the cozenage of their sex ; One of the common arts they practise on us ...
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... grief of heart which your unkindness gives her . [ Lothario reads . Your cruelty - Obedience to my father - Give my hand to Altamont . By Heav'n ' tis well ! such ever be the gifts With which I greet the man whom my soul hates . But to ...
... grief of heart which your unkindness gives her . [ Lothario reads . Your cruelty - Obedience to my father - Give my hand to Altamont . By Heav'n ' tis well ! such ever be the gifts With which I greet the man whom my soul hates . But to ...
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... grief to yours , and mourn the evils That hurt your peace , and quench those eyes in tears . Cal . To steal , unlook'd for , on my private sorrow , Speaks not the man of honour , nor the friend , But rather means the spy . Hor ...
... grief to yours , and mourn the evils That hurt your peace , and quench those eyes in tears . Cal . To steal , unlook'd for , on my private sorrow , Speaks not the man of honour , nor the friend , But rather means the spy . Hor ...
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... grief , This wond'rous waste of tears , too much to give To an ungrateful friend , and cruel brother . 380 Lav . Is there not cause for weeping ? Oh , Horatio ! A brother and a husband were my treasure , ' Twas all the little wealth ...
... grief , This wond'rous waste of tears , too much to give To an ungrateful friend , and cruel brother . 380 Lav . Is there not cause for weeping ? Oh , Horatio ! A brother and a husband were my treasure , ' Twas all the little wealth ...
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... grief , like silent death , " After the tumult and the noise of life . " Would it were death , as sure ' tis wond'rous like it , " For I am sick of living ; my soul's pall'd , " She kindles not with anger or revenge : " Love was th ...
... grief , like silent death , " After the tumult and the noise of life . " Would it were death , as sure ' tis wond'rous like it , " For I am sick of living ; my soul's pall'd , " She kindles not with anger or revenge : " Love was th ...
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الصفحة 79 - 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 and changes must we pass ; The wide, th...
الصفحة 36 - Rome fall a moment ere her time ? No, let us draw her term of freedom out In its full length, and spin it to the last, So shall we gain still one day's liberty: And let me perish, but, in Cato's judgment, A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
الصفحة 78 - When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.
الصفحة 79 - 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 and changes must we pass? The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon 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 33 - My voice is still for war. Gods ! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slavery or death ? No ; let us rise at once, gird on our swords, And, at the head of our remaining troops, Attack the foe, break through the thick array Of his thronged legions, and charge home upon him.
الصفحة 79 - 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 79 - 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. But when ? or where ? This world was made for Caesar — I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them.
الصفحة 53 - With all the strength and heats of eloquence Fraternal love and friendship can inspire. Tell her thy brother languishes to death, And fades away, and withers in his bloom...
الصفحة 36 - Whom, with a troop of fifty chosen men, I met advancing. The pursuit I led, Till we o'ertook the spoil-encumber'd foe. We fought and conquer'd. E're a sword was drawn, An arrow from my bow had pierc'd their chief, Who wore that day the arms which now I wear.