The Dramatick Works of Mr. Nathanael Lee. In Three Volumes..

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W. Feales, at Rowe's Head, the Corner of Essex-Street in the Strand; R. Wellington, at the Dolphin and Crown, and D. Browne, at the Black Swan, without Temple-Bar; J. Wellington; A. Bettesworth and F. Clay, in trust for B. Wellington., 1734
 

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Страница 208 - tis no longer feign'd, 'tis real love, Where Nature triumphs over wretched Art; We only warm the head, but you the heart. Always you warm; and if the rising year, As in hot regions, brings the sun too near, Tis but to make your fragrant spices blow, Which in our cooler climates will not grow.
Страница 225 - 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 240 - 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 251 - I'll go, my friend, in this old habit, thus, And laugh, and drink the king's health heartily ; And while you, blushing, bow your heads to earth, And hide them in the dust — I'll stand erect, Straight as a spear, the pillar of my country, And be by so much nearer to the gods.
Страница 230 - 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 208 - Sign-post-dawber know The worth of Titian, or of Angelo? Hard Features every Bungler can command; To draw true Beauty shews a Masters Hand.
Страница 205 - is the greatest encouragement we chameleons can pretend to, or rather the manna that keeps soul and body together ; we devour it as if it were angels' food, and vainly think we grow immortal.
Страница 249 - You shall not die, if that the soul and body Of thy Statira can restore thy life. Give me thy wonted kindness, bend me, break me With thy embraces.
Страница 258 - A thousand bulls be offered to the sun, White as his beams ; speak the big voice of war ; Beat all our drums, and sound our silver trumpets ; Provoke the gods to follow our example In bowls of nectar, and replying thunder.
Страница 252 - Tis not in nature to support such joy. Stat. Go, my best love; unbend you at the banquet; Indulge in joy, and laugh your cares away ; While, in the bowers of great Semiramis, I dress your bed with all the sweets of nature, And crown it as the altar of our loves, Where I will lay me down, and softly mourn, But never close my eyes till you return.

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