The Rival Queens: Or, the Death of Alexander the Great. Acted at the Theatre-Royal, by Her Majesties Servants. By Nat. Lee, GentR. Wellington, and E. Rumbal, 1704 - 55 страници |
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Страница 23 - The storm is up, and my hot bleeding heart Splits with the rack, while passions, like the wind, Rise up to heaven, and put out all the stars...
Страница 15 - When Glory, like the dazzling Eagle, stood Perch'd on my Beaver, in the Granic Flood, When Fortune's Self my Standard trembling bore, And the pale Fates stood frighted on the Shore, When the Immortals on the Billows rode, And I myself appear'd the leading God.
Страница 31 - Alex. You are too gracious. — Clytus, bear me hence ; When I am laid in earth, yield her the world. There's something here heaves, as cold as ic:e, That stops my breath — Farewell, oh gods ! toe ever.
Страница 11 - Farewell, thou most beloved, thou faithless dear ! 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 32 - Is godlike, full of all the richest virtues, That ever royal heart possessed ; yet you Perverse, but to one humour will oppose him. Cly. Call you it humour ? 'tis a pregnant one ; By Mars there's venom in it, burning pride ; And...
Страница 10 - He speaks the kindest words, and looks such things, Vows with such passion, swears with so much grace, That 'tis a kind of heaven to be deluded by him.
Страница 2 - What big ambition blows this dangerous fire ? A Cupid's puff, is it not, woman's breath ? By all your triumphs in the heat of youth, When towns were sacked, and beauties prostrate...