The Rival Queens: Or, the Death of Alexander the Great. Acted at the Theatre-Royal, by Her Majestsies [sic] Servants. By Nat. Lee, Gent

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R. Wellington, and E. Rumbal, 1702 - 55 страници
 

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Страница 11 - If I but mention him, the tears will fall ; Sure there is not a letter in his name, But is a charm to melt a woman's eyes.
Страница 23 - Away, begone, and give a whirlwind room, Or I will blow you up like dust. — Avaunt ! Madness but meanly represents my rage.
Страница 15 - I more glory to have pafs'd that ftream Than to have drove a million o'er the plain. Can none remember, yes, I know all muft, When Glory like the dazzling eagle flood Perch'd on my beaver in the Granick flood, When Fortune's felf my ftandard trembling bore, And the pale Fates flood frighted on the more, When each immortal on the billows rode, And I myfelf appear
Страница 29 - And is it given me thus to touch thy hand, And fold thy body in my longing arms...
Страница 54 - tis Darius ; 1 see, I know him by the sparkling plumes, And his gold chariot, drawn by ten white horses: But, like a tempest, thus I pour upon him He bleeds ! with that last blow I brought him down ; He tumbles ! take him, snatch the imperial crown.
Страница 18 - Behold us with a tear, your's pitied me ; You, like a god, snatched us from sorrow's gulf, Fixed us in thrones above our former state. Par. Which, when a soul forgets, advanced so nobly, May it be drowned in deeper misery ! Àler.
Страница 15 - I'll tell thee, friend, and mark it, all ye princes, Though never mortal man arrived to such A height as I ; yet I would forfeit all, Cast all my purples, and my conquered crowns, And die to save this darling of my soul. Give me thy hand, share all my sceptres while I live ; and, when my hour of fate is come, I leave thee, what thou merit'st more than I, the world.
Страница 26 - Thou shalt not think, nor thy love's loss bemoan, Nor shall past pleasures through thy fancy run. That were to mak'e thee blest as I can be ; But thy no-thought I must, I will decree...

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