The Works Of The Author Of The Night-Thoughts: In Three Volumes, المجلد 2J. Dodsley, C. Dilly, T. Cadell ... [and 10 others], 1792 - 339 من الصفحات |
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... wound him fore , in his ambition ; Life of his life , and dearer than his foul . By nightly march he purpos'd to furprize The Moorish camp ; but I have taken care They shall be ready to receive his favour . Failing in this , a caft of ...
... wound him fore , in his ambition ; Life of his life , and dearer than his foul . By nightly march he purpos'd to furprize The Moorish camp ; but I have taken care They shall be ready to receive his favour . Failing in this , a caft of ...
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... wounds myself have felt , Which wounds alone fhould cause me to condemn thee ; They plead in thy excufe ; for I too ftrove To fhun thofe fires , and found ' twas not in man . ALONZO . You caft in fhades the failures of a friend , And ...
... wounds myself have felt , Which wounds alone fhould cause me to condemn thee ; They plead in thy excufe ; for I too ftrove To fhun thofe fires , and found ' twas not in man . ALONZO . You caft in fhades the failures of a friend , And ...
الصفحة 70
... wounds , And so disguis'd with blood ! Who murder'd thee ? Tell thy fad tale , and thou fhalt be reveng'd . Ha ! Carlos ? -Horror ! Carlos ? —O , away ! Go to thy grave , or let me fink to mine . I cannot bear the fight - What fight ...
... wounds , And so disguis'd with blood ! Who murder'd thee ? Tell thy fad tale , and thou fhalt be reveng'd . Ha ! Carlos ? -Horror ! Carlos ? —O , away ! Go to thy grave , or let me fink to mine . I cannot bear the fight - What fight ...
الصفحة 73
... wound . O my diftracted heart ! -O cruel heav'n ! To give fuch charms as those , and then call man , Mere man , to be your executioner . Was it because it was too hard for you ? But fee , fhe fmiles ! I never shall smile more ; It ...
... wound . O my diftracted heart ! -O cruel heav'n ! To give fuch charms as those , and then call man , Mere man , to be your executioner . Was it because it was too hard for you ? But fee , fhe fmiles ! I never shall smile more ; It ...
الصفحة 77
... wound on wound . LEONORA . Alas , my lord ! What need of this to me ? ALONZO . Ha ! doft thou weep ? Have I no cause ? LEONORA . ALONZO . If love is thy concern , Thou haft no caufe ; none ever lov'd like me . But wherefore this ? Is it ...
... wound on wound . LEONORA . Alas , my lord ! What need of this to me ? ALONZO . Ha ! doft thou weep ? Have I no cause ? LEONORA . ALONZO . If love is thy concern , Thou haft no caufe ; none ever lov'd like me . But wherefore this ? Is it ...
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Afide againſt ALONZO angels ANTIGONUS art thou aſk Becauſe bleft blifs bliſs blood bofom breaſt brother cauſe dæmon darkneſs death DEMETRIUS deſpair divine doft Don Carlos dreadful duft DYMAS earth ERIXENE eternal Ev'n ev'ry facred fame fate father fhall figh fight fince firſt fmiles foft fome fong fons foon forrow foul friendſhip ftill ftrike fuch fure give glory gods grave groan guilt happineſs heart heav'n himſelf immortal juft KING laſt lefs LEONORA loft lord LORENZO Macedon moft moſt muft muſt myſelf nature nature's ne'er night o'er paffion pain peace PERICLES PERSEUS pleaſure POSTHUMIUS pow'r praiſe raiſe reaſon rife Rome ſcene ſhall ſhe ſhould ſkies ſmile ſpeak ſtill ſuch tears thee theſe thine thoſe thou thought thouſand Thrace thro throne tranſport tremble vengeance virtue whoſe wife wiſdom wiſh wounds wretched ZANGA
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الصفحة 204 - At thirty man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan ; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves and re-resolves; then dies the same.
الصفحة 203 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
الصفحة 193 - We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours : Where are they ? With the years beyond the flood.
الصفحة 219 - That common, but opprobrious lot ! past hours, If not by guilt, yet wound us by their flight, If folly bounds our prospect by the grave...
الصفحة 204 - ... immortal. All men think all men mortal but themselves ; Themselves, when some alarming shock of Fate Strikes through their wounded hearts the sudden dread : But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close; where past the shaft no trace is found.
الصفحة 193 - Lead it through various scenes of life and death; And from each scene the noblest truths inspire. Nor less inspire my conduct than my song ; Teach my best reason, reason ; my best will...
الصفحة 215 - Like num'rous wings around him, as he flies : Or, rather, as unequal plumes, they shape His ample pinions, swift as darted flame, To gain his goal, to reach his ancient...
الصفحة 241 - Our dying friends come o'er us like a cloud, To damp our brainless ardours, and abate That glare of life which often blinds the wise. Our dying friends are pioneers, to smooth...
الصفحة 203 - For ever on the brink of being born. All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day shall not drivel; and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise; At least their own; their future selves applauds.
الصفحة 252 - Death's tremendous blow. The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave; The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm ; These are the bugbears of a winter's eve, The terrors of the living, not the dead. Imagination's fool, and Error's wretch, Man makes a death which Nature never made : Then on the point of his own fancy falls, And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.