Remorse: A Tragedy, in Five ActsW. Pople, 1813 - 72 من الصفحات |
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... give up your all too gentle purpose . It is too hazardous ! reveal yourself , And let the guilty meet the doom of ... gives his guilt a blacker die . Alv . The more behoves it , I should rouse with- in him REMORSE ! that I should save ...
... give up your all too gentle purpose . It is too hazardous ! reveal yourself , And let the guilty meet the doom of ... gives his guilt a blacker die . Alv . The more behoves it , I should rouse with- in him REMORSE ! that I should save ...
الصفحة 5
... give him back to thee , I would die smiling . But these are idle thoughts ! Thy dying father comes upon my soul With that same look , with which he gave thee to me ; I held thee in my arms a powerless babe , While thy poor mother with a ...
... give him back to thee , I would die smiling . But these are idle thoughts ! Thy dying father comes upon my soul With that same look , with which he gave thee to me ; I held thee in my arms a powerless babe , While thy poor mother with a ...
الصفحة 27
... give me an unmingled pang , Yet bearable : -but when I see my father Strewing his scant grey hairs , e'en on the ground , Which soon must be his grave , and my TERESA- Her husband proved a murderer , and her infants His infants - poor ...
... give me an unmingled pang , Yet bearable : -but when I see my father Strewing his scant grey hairs , e'en on the ground , Which soon must be his grave , and my TERESA- Her husband proved a murderer , and her infants His infants - poor ...
الصفحة 37
... gives fierce merriment to the damn'd , To see these most proud men , that loath mankind , At every stir and buz of coward conscience , Trick , cant , and lie , most whining hypocrites ! Away , away ! Now let me hear more music . { Music ...
... gives fierce merriment to the damn'd , To see these most proud men , that loath mankind , At every stir and buz of coward conscience , Trick , cant , and lie , most whining hypocrites ! Away , away ! Now let me hear more music . { Music ...
الصفحة 40
... give religious faith To every voice which makes the heart a listener To its own wish . Ter . I breath'd to the Unerring Permitted prayers . Must those remain unanswer'd , Yet impious Sorcery , that holds no commune Save with the lying ...
... give religious faith To every voice which makes the heart a listener To its own wish . Ter . I breath'd to the Unerring Permitted prayers . Must those remain unanswer'd , Yet impious Sorcery , that holds no commune Save with the lying ...
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The Remorse: A Tragedy (Classic Reprint) <span dir=ltr>Samuel Taylor Coleridge</span> لا تتوفر معاينة - 2017 |
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Alhad ALHADRA Alvar anguish art thou assassin babe bless blood brother Captur'd cavern Chancery Lane chasm coward curse dare dark dead dear death didst dost doth dream dungeon dup'd Enter TERESA Exeunt Exit faint faith fancy father fear feelings fool groan guilt hath hear heard heart heaven husband innocent innocent voice Isid Isidore kill'd lady light listen liv'd live look round Lord Ordonio Lord Valdez lov'd MONVIEDRO moonlight moonshine Moorish Moors Moresco Mountebank murder murder'd Music Naomi ne'er neck night o'er pang pass'd pause portrait pray REMORSE return'd robes S. T. COLERIDGE SCENE scorn scruple seem'd sleep smile son of Valdez soul speak spirit stept strange sweet sword tale tears There's thing thought thro told torch traitor truth Twas Vald villain voice wake wild wildly wizard woman would'st wretched ZULIMEZ
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الصفحة 62 - THE DUNGEON. And this place our forefathers made for man! This is the process of our love and wisdom, To each poor brother who offends against us — Most innocent, perhaps — and what if guilty? Is this the only cure? Merciful God! Each pore and natural outlet...
الصفحة 2 - Remorse is as the heart in which it grows : If that be gentle, it drops balmy dews Of true repentance ; but if proud and gloomy, It is a poison-tree, that pierced to the inmost Weeps only tears of poison.
الصفحة 62 - With other ministrations thou. O nature! 20 Healest thy wandering and distempered child: Thou pourest on him thy soft influences. Thy sunny hues, fair forms, and breathing sweets, Thy melodies of woods, and winds, and waters, Till he relent, and can no more endure 25 To be a jarring and a dissonant thing, Amid this general dance and minstrelsy; But, bursting into tears, wins back his way. His angry spirit healed and harmonized By the benignant touch of love and beauty.
الصفحة 34 - Cease thy swift toils ! Since haply thou art one Of that innumerable company Who in broad circle, lovelier than the rainbow, Girdle this round earth in a dizzy motion...
الصفحة 62 - Circled with evil, till his very soul Unmoulds its essence, hopelessly deformed By sights of evermore deformity ! With other ministrations thou, 0 Nature, Healest thy wandering and distempered child : Thou pourest on him thy soft influences, Thy sunny hues, fair forms, and breathing sweets, Thy melodies of woods, and winds, and waters ! Till he relent, and can no...
الصفحة 26 - Time, as he courses onwards, still unrolls The volume of Concealment. In the Future, As in the optician's glassy cylinder, The indistinguishable blots and colours Of the dim Past collect and shape themselves, Upstarting in their own completed image To scare or to reward.
الصفحة 63 - With other ministrations thou, O Nature ! Healest thy wandering and distempered child : Thou pourest on him thy soft influences, Thy sunny hues, fair forms, and breathing sweets ; Thy melodies of woods, and winds, and waters ! Till he relent, and can no more endure To be a jarring and a dissonant thing Amid this general dance and minstrelsy ; But, bursting into tears, wins back his way, His angry spirit healed and harmonized By the benignant touch of love and beauty.
الصفحة 62 - Then we call in our pamper'd mountebanks — And this is their best cure! uncomforted And friendless solitude, groaning and tears, And savage faces, at the clanking hour Seen through the steams and vapour of his dungeon, By the lamp's dismal twilight!