Remorse: A Tragedy, in Five ActsW. Pople, 1813 - 72 من الصفحات |
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... having altered the names , I ventured to address a letter to Mr. Whitbread , requesting information as to whom I was to present my Tragedy . My Letter was instantly and most kindly an- iv swered , and I have now nothing to tell.
... having altered the names , I ventured to address a letter to Mr. Whitbread , requesting information as to whom I was to present my Tragedy . My Letter was instantly and most kindly an- iv swered , and I have now nothing to tell.
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... tell but a Tale of Thanks . I should scarce know where to begin , if the goodness of the Manager , Mr. ARNOLD , had not call- ed for my first acknowledgements . Not merely as an acting Play , but as a dra- matic Poem , the REMORSE has ...
... tell but a Tale of Thanks . I should scarce know where to begin , if the goodness of the Manager , Mr. ARNOLD , had not call- ed for my first acknowledgements . Not merely as an acting Play , but as a dra- matic Poem , the REMORSE has ...
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... tell thee , That this same life , which he conspir'd to take , Himself once rescued from the angry flood , And at the imminent hazard of his own . Add too my oath- Zul . You have thrice told already The year of absence and of secrecy ...
... tell thee , That this same life , which he conspir'd to take , Himself once rescued from the angry flood , And at the imminent hazard of his own . Add too my oath- Zul . You have thrice told already The year of absence and of secrecy ...
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... tell me , Guilt is a thing impossible in her ! She must be innocent ! Zul . ( with a sigh . ) Proceed , my Lord ! Alv . A portrait which she had procur'd by stealth , ( For even then it seems her heart foreboded Or knew Ordonio's moody ...
... tell me , Guilt is a thing impossible in her ! She must be innocent ! Zul . ( with a sigh . ) Proceed , my Lord ! Alv . A portrait which she had procur'd by stealth , ( For even then it seems her heart foreboded Or knew Ordonio's moody ...
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... tell them ; ( As once I knew a crazy Moorish maid , ** Who drest her in her buried lover's cloaths , And o'er the smooth spring in the mountain cleft Hung with her lute , and play'd the self same tune He used to play , and listened to ...
... tell them ; ( As once I knew a crazy Moorish maid , ** Who drest her in her buried lover's cloaths , And o'er the smooth spring in the mountain cleft Hung with her lute , and play'd the self same tune He used to play , and listened to ...
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The Remorse: A Tragedy (Classic Reprint) <span dir=ltr>Samuel Taylor Coleridge</span> لا تتوفر معاينة - 2017 |
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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!