Works, Том 3Bell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... heav'n more will ,. That thee may furnish , and my prayers pluck down , Fall on thy head ! farewell , my Lord ; ' Tis an unfeafon'd courtier , good my Lord , Advise him . Laf . He cannot want the best ,. That fhall attend his love ...
... heav'n more will ,. That thee may furnish , and my prayers pluck down , Fall on thy head ! farewell , my Lord ; ' Tis an unfeafon'd courtier , good my Lord , Advise him . Laf . He cannot want the best ,. That fhall attend his love ...
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... Heav'n . The fated fky Gives us free scope ; only doth backward pull . Our flow defigns , when we ourfelves are dull . What power is it which mounts my love fo high , That makes me fee , and cannot feed mine eye ? The mightieft space in ...
... Heav'n . The fated fky Gives us free scope ; only doth backward pull . Our flow defigns , when we ourfelves are dull . What power is it which mounts my love fo high , That makes me fee , and cannot feed mine eye ? The mightieft space in ...
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... heav'n , ) So I were not his fifter : can't no other , But I your daughter , he must be my brother ?. Count . Yes , Helen , you might be my daughter - in - law ; God fhield you mean it not , daughter and mother So ftrive upon your pulfe ...
... heav'n , ) So I were not his fifter : can't no other , But I your daughter , he must be my brother ?. Count . Yes , Helen , you might be my daughter - in - law ; God fhield you mean it not , daughter and mother So ftrive upon your pulfe ...
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... heav'n ; and , would your But give me leave to try fuccefs , I'd venture The well - loft life of mine on his Grace's cure , By fuch a day and hour . Count . Doft thou believe't ? Hel . Ay , Madam , knowingly . Honour Count . Why , Helen ...
... heav'n ; and , would your But give me leave to try fuccefs , I'd venture The well - loft life of mine on his Grace's cure , By fuch a day and hour . Count . Doft thou believe't ? Hel . Ay , Madam , knowingly . Honour Count . Why , Helen ...
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... heav'n I'll fteal away . I Lord . There's honour in the theft . Par . Commit it , Count . 2 Lord . I am your acceffary , and fo farewell . Ber . I grow to you , and our parting is a tortur'd body . iLord . Farewell , Captain . 2 Lord ...
... heav'n I'll fteal away . I Lord . There's honour in the theft . Par . Commit it , Count . 2 Lord . I am your acceffary , and fo farewell . Ber . I grow to you , and our parting is a tortur'd body . iLord . Farewell , Captain . 2 Lord ...
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