Richelieu : Or, The Conspiracy. A Play in Five Acts, to which are Added, Historical Odes on the Last Days of Elizabeth, Cromwell's Dream, The Death of NelsonSaunders and Otley, 1839 - 144 страници |
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... o'er our floors But seems a glance from that malignant eye Which reigns o'er France ; our fatal greatness lives In the sharp glare of one relentless day . But Richelieu's self forgets to fear the sword * Omitted in representation , from ...
... o'er our floors But seems a glance from that malignant eye Which reigns o'er France ; our fatal greatness lives In the sharp glare of one relentless day . But Richelieu's self forgets to fear the sword * Omitted in representation , from ...
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... o'er fiercer sins Than those which haunt the rosy path between The lip and eye of beauty . Oh , no house So safe as Marion's . BARADAS . Still , we have a secret , And oil and water - woman and a secret- Are hostile properties . ORLEANS ...
... o'er fiercer sins Than those which haunt the rosy path between The lip and eye of beauty . Oh , no house So safe as Marion's . BARADAS . Still , we have a secret , And oil and water - woman and a secret- Are hostile properties . ORLEANS ...
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... o'er thy head the pall ! Ambition , love , Ye twin - born stars of daring destinies , Sit in my house of life ! By the king's aid I will be Julie's husband , in despite Of my lord cardinal . By the king's aid I will be minister of ...
... o'er thy head the pall ! Ambition , love , Ye twin - born stars of daring destinies , Sit in my house of life ! By the king's aid I will be Julie's husband , in despite Of my lord cardinal . By the king's aid I will be minister of ...
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... o'er his floors - the while I stalk - methinks My shadow spreads gigantic to the gloom The old rude towers of the Bastile cast far Along the smoothness of the jocund day . Well , thou hast ' scaped the fierce caprice of Richelieu ; But ...
... o'er his floors - the while I stalk - methinks My shadow spreads gigantic to the gloom The old rude towers of the Bastile cast far Along the smoothness of the jocund day . Well , thou hast ' scaped the fierce caprice of Richelieu ; But ...
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... o'er the graves of our dead power Scaffolds are monuments ; the kingly house Shorn of its beams , the royal sun of France ' Clipsed by this blood - red comet . Where we turn , Nothing but Richelieu ! Armies , church , state , laws , But ...
... o'er the graves of our dead power Scaffolds are monuments ; the kingly house Shorn of its beams , the royal sun of France ' Clipsed by this blood - red comet . Where we turn , Nothing but Richelieu ! Armies , church , state , laws , But ...
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Adrien ambition Art thou Bastile BERINGHEN Bouillon brackets omitted brave breast brow Cardinal Richelieu cardinal's Charles Anthon Cinq Mars cloud Count de Baradas COURTIER crime dare dark dead death deed despatch door Duke Duke of Orleans earth Engravings Enter Baradas Enter Huguet Exeunt Exit eyes fate father favourite France FRANCOIS gaze glittering band glory GOVERNOR grave guard hand hate headsman heart Heaven honour hour Huguenots Hush jailer JOSEPH king king's Lady Hamilton liege live Look look'd lord cardinal LOUIS Louis XIII Louvre majesty Marion de Lorme marriage midnight minister murder Nelson never night o'er omitted in representation Orleans packet palace pardon passion pâté Portrait priest queen RICHELIEU royal SCENE SECRETARY seize sire sleep smile solemn soul Spain speak star sword thee thine thou hast throne treason truth vols Voltaire whisper word youth
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Страница 148 - with a feeling that I should never rise in my profession. My mind was staggered with a view of the difficulties I had to surmount, and the little interest I possessed. I could discover no means of reaching the object of my ambition. After a long and gloomy reverie, in which I almost wished myself overboard, a sudden glow of patriotism was kindled within me, and presented my king and country as my patron.
Страница 131 - Few words she uttered; and they were all expressive of some inward grief which she cared not to reveal: but sighs and groans were the chief vent which she gave to her despondency, and which, though they discovered her sorrows, were never able to ease or assuage them.
Страница 150 - A long swell was setting into the bay of Cadiz ; our ships, crowding all sail, moved majestically before it, with light winds from the south-west. The sun shone on the sails of the enemy ; and their well-formed line, with their numerous three-deckers, made an appearance which any other assailants would have thought formidable ; but the...
Страница 103 - Ay, is it so ? — Then wakes the power which in the age of iron Burst forth to curb the great, and raise the low. Mark where she stands!— around her form I draw The awful circle of our solemn Church...
Страница 65 - And yet the Nile is fretted. by the weeds Its rising roots not up ; but never yet Did one least barrier by a ripple vex My onward tide, unswept in sport away. Am I so ruthless, then, that I do hate Them who hate trie ? Tush, tush ! I do not hate ; Nay, I forgive.
Страница 55 - In the lexicon of youth, which Fate reserves For a bright manhood, there is no such word As — fail ! — (You will instruct him further, Mnrion) Follow her — but at distance; — speak not to her, Till you are housed.
Страница 134 - I am not well," and then discoursed with me of her indisposition, and that her heart had been sad and heavy for ten or twelve days, and in her discourse she fetched not so few as forty or fifty great sighs. I was grieved at the first to see her in this plight ; for in all my lifetime before I never knew her fetch a sigh, but when the Queen of Scots was beheaded.