British theatre, comprising tragedies, comedies, operas, and farces; with biogr., critical account and notes, by an Englishman [O. Williams]. By O. Williams1831 |
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... head it shall enclose , Thou thus presum'st to treat thy prince with scorn ? Syph . Why will you rive my heart with such expressions ? Does not old Syphax follow you to war ! defence ? What are his aims ? to shed the slow remains , His ...
... head it shall enclose , Thou thus presum'st to treat thy prince with scorn ? Syph . Why will you rive my heart with such expressions ? Does not old Syphax follow you to war ! defence ? What are his aims ? to shed the slow remains , His ...
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... head . Mean while , I'll herd among his friends , and seem One of the number , that , whate'er arrive , My friends and fellow - soldiers may be safe . 1 Lead . We are all safe ; Sempronius is our friend . Sem . Cato , I execute thy will ...
... head . Mean while , I'll herd among his friends , and seem One of the number , that , whate'er arrive , My friends and fellow - soldiers may be safe . 1 Lead . We are all safe ; Sempronius is our friend . Sem . Cato , I execute thy will ...
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... head . ACT V. [ Exit . SCENE L - A Room of State . Enter KING , PEREZ , and ALONZO . King . Not to be found ? In an ill hour he's absent . None , say you ? none ? what , not the fav'rite eunuch ? Nor she herself , nor any of her mutes ...
... head . ACT V. [ Exit . SCENE L - A Room of State . Enter KING , PEREZ , and ALONZO . King . Not to be found ? In an ill hour he's absent . None , say you ? none ? what , not the fav'rite eunuch ? Nor she herself , nor any of her mutes ...
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... head . Gar . Were it a truth , I fear ' tis now too late : But I'll omit no care nor haste ; and try Or to repel their force , or bravely die . [ Exit . Re - enter ALONZO . Gon . What hast thou done , Alonzo ? Alon . Such a deed As but ...
... head . Gar . Were it a truth , I fear ' tis now too late : But I'll omit no care nor haste ; and try Or to repel their force , or bravely die . [ Exit . Re - enter ALONZO . Gon . What hast thou done , Alonzo ? Alon . Such a deed As but ...
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... head To pay the forfeit . Nor come 1 as a slave , Pinion'd and fetter'd , in a squalid weed , Falling before thy feet , kneeling and howling For a forestall'd remission ; I ne'er fear'd to die , More than I wish'd to live . When I had ...
... head To pay the forfeit . Nor come 1 as a slave , Pinion'd and fetter'd , in a squalid weed , Falling before thy feet , kneeling and howling For a forestall'd remission ; I ne'er fear'd to die , More than I wish'd to live . When I had ...
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Страница 15 - Heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates Eternity to man. Eternity ! — thou pleasing — dreadful thought ! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes and changes must we pass ! The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me ; But shadows, clouds, and darkness, rest upon it.
Страница 21 - And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice, Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
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Страница 489 - Ay, your times were fine times indeed; you have been telling us of them for many a long year. Here we live in an old rumbling mansion, that looks for all the world like an inn, but that we never see company. Our best visitors are old Mrs. Oddfish, the curate's wife, and little Cripplegate, the lame dancing-master; and all our entertainment your old stories of Prince Eugene and the Duke of Marlborough. I hate such oldfashioned trumpery. Hard. And I love it. I love every thing that's old : old friends,...
Страница 489 - And am I to blame ? The poor boy was always too sickly to do any good. A school would be his death. When he comes...
Страница 15 - ... there is all Nature cries aloud Through all her works). He must delight in virtue ; And that which He delights in must be happy. But when ? or where ? This world was made for Caesar — I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them.
Страница 493 - After the disappointments of the day, welcome once more, Charles, to the comforts of a clean room and a good fire. Upon my word, a very well-looking house ; antique, but creditable. MARLOW. The usual fate of a large mansion. Having first ruined the master by good house-keeping, it at last comes to levy contributions as an inn.
Страница 493 - Ould Grouse in the gunroom: I can't help laughing at that — he! he! he! — for the soul of me. We have laughed at that these twenty years — ha!
Страница 353 - Have I not a wife? nay a wife that was a widow, a young widow, a handsome widow; and would be again a widow, but that I have a heart of proof, and something of a constitution to bustle through the ways of wedlock and this world!
Страница 15 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well ; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man ! Eternity ! thou pleasing, dreadful thought ! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes...