The Works of Mr. James Thomson: With His Last Corrections and Improvements ... To which is Prefixed, the Life of the Author, Том 3R. Baldwin, 1802 |
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... canst thou then the barbarous secret keep ? — MELISANDER . What queen ? what secret ? Speak more plain , Cassandra ! CASSANDRA . From guilt , in vain , to greater guilt you fly , From crime to crime precipitated - No ! The wicked find ...
... canst thou then the barbarous secret keep ? — MELISANDER . What queen ? what secret ? Speak more plain , Cassandra ! CASSANDRA . From guilt , in vain , to greater guilt you fly , From crime to crime precipitated - No ! The wicked find ...
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... can adorn my throne . Manfred , who fell by tyrant William's rage , Fam'd Roger's lineal issue , was my father . You ... Canst thou thy Tancred deem so dully form'd , Of such gross clay , just as I reach the 156 TANCRED AND SIGISMUNDA .
... can adorn my throne . Manfred , who fell by tyrant William's rage , Fam'd Roger's lineal issue , was my father . You ... Canst thou thy Tancred deem so dully form'd , Of such gross clay , just as I reach the 156 TANCRED AND SIGISMUNDA .
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... canst thou deem me then so poorly tame , So cool a traitor to my father's blood , As from the prudent cowardice of state E'er to submit to such a base proposal ? Detested thought ! O doubly , doubly hateful ! From the two strongest ...
... canst thou deem me then so poorly tame , So cool a traitor to my father's blood , As from the prudent cowardice of state E'er to submit to such a base proposal ? Detested thought ! O doubly , doubly hateful ! From the two strongest ...
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... , " Tis what thou canst not do ! TANCRED . I cannot ha ! Driven to the dreadful brink of such dishonour Enough to make the tamest coward brave , And into fierceness rouse the mildest nature , What shall 174 TANCRED AND SIGISMUNDA .
... , " Tis what thou canst not do ! TANCRED . I cannot ha ! Driven to the dreadful brink of such dishonour Enough to make the tamest coward brave , And into fierceness rouse the mildest nature , What shall 174 TANCRED AND SIGISMUNDA .
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... canst never feel ! how couldst thou drag me In barbarous triumph at a rival's car ? How make me witness to a sight of horror ? That hand , which , but a few short hours ago , So wantonly abus'd my simple faith , Before th ' attesting ...
... canst never feel ! how couldst thou drag me In barbarous triumph at a rival's car ? How make me witness to a sight of horror ? That hand , which , but a few short hours ago , So wantonly abus'd my simple faith , Before th ' attesting ...
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AGAMEMNON ALFRED Antium Arcas Argos arms bear Behold beneath blood bosom brave breast canst CASSANDRA charms CLYTEMNESTRA COMINIUS command Constantia CORIN CORIOLANUS cruel dare daughter dear death deeds dost dreadful duty e'er EGISTHUS ELECTRA ELTRUDA eyes fair faith faithless fate father fear fond fortune friendship fury GALESUS gentle give glorious glory gods Greece hand happy hear heart Heaven HERMIT honour hope horror justice king LAURA lord lov'd Madam Marcius means MELISANDER mighty ne'er never noble nought o'er once passions peace pity pride prince proud rage rais'd RODOLPHO Roman Roman senate Rome SCENE scorn senate shalt shame Sicily SIFFREDI SIGISMUNDA slave soft soul spirit sword Talthybius TANCRED tears tender thee thine Thou art thou hast thought thro throne TITUS toil traitor Troy truth TULLUS tyrant vengeance VETURIA villain virtue Volsci Volscian Volumnia VOLUSIUS whate'er woes wretched
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