British theatre, comprising tragedies, comedies, operas, and farces; with biogr., critical account and notes, by an Englishman [O. Williams].1830 |
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... lost Mankind grown thin by his destructive sword : In high ambition and a thirst of greatness ; Should he go further , numbers would be wanting " Tis second life , that grows into the soul , To form new battles , and support his crimes ...
... lost Mankind grown thin by his destructive sword : In high ambition and a thirst of greatness ; Should he go further , numbers would be wanting " Tis second life , that grows into the soul , To form new battles , and support his crimes ...
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... lost ! He's lost , Sempronius ; all his thoughts are full Of Cato's virtues - But I'll try once more ( For ev'ry instant I expect him here ) , If yet I can subdue those stubborn principles Of faith and honour , and I know not what ...
... lost ! He's lost , Sempronius ; all his thoughts are full Of Cato's virtues - But I'll try once more ( For ev'ry instant I expect him here ) , If yet I can subdue those stubborn principles Of faith and honour , and I know not what ...
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... lost . [ Exeunt . Enter SEMPRONIUS , dressed like JUBA , with Numidian Guards , Sem . The deer is lodg'd , I've track'd her to her covert . He sure you mind the word , and , when I give it , Rush in at once , and seize upon your prey ...
... lost . [ Exeunt . Enter SEMPRONIUS , dressed like JUBA , with Numidian Guards , Sem . The deer is lodg'd , I've track'd her to her covert . He sure you mind the word , and , when I give it , Rush in at once , and seize upon your prey ...
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... lost . [ Dead March . Exeunt in fr neral Procession . ACT V. SCENE I - 4 Chamber . CATO solus , sitting in a thoughtful Posture in his Hand , Plato's Book on the Immo , tality of the Soul . A drawn Sword on And 14 [ ACT V. CATO .
... lost . [ Dead March . Exeunt in fr neral Procession . ACT V. SCENE I - 4 Chamber . CATO solus , sitting in a thoughtful Posture in his Hand , Plato's Book on the Immo , tality of the Soul . A drawn Sword on And 14 [ ACT V. CATO .
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... lost , abandon'd Zara , Is a regardless suppliant now to Osmyn . The slave , the wretch that she redeem'd from death , Disdains to listen now , or look on Zara . Osm . Far be the guilt of such reproaches from me ; Lost in myself , and ...
... lost , abandon'd Zara , Is a regardless suppliant now to Osmyn . The slave , the wretch that she redeem'd from death , Disdains to listen now , or look on Zara . Osm . Far be the guilt of such reproaches from me ; Lost in myself , and ...
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490 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'll never control your choice ; but Mr. Marlow, whom I have pitched upon, is the son of my old friend, Sir Charles Marlow, of whom you have heard me talk so often. The young gentleman has been bred a scholar, and is designed for an employment in the service of his country. I am told he's a man of an excellent understanding.
494 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yet, George, if we open the campaign too fiercely at first, we may want ammunition before it is over. I think to reserve the embroidery to secure a retreat. HARD. Your talking of a retreat, Mr. Marlow, puts me in mind of the Duke of Marlborough, when we went to besiege Denain.
59 ÆäÀÌÁö - Glen. Norval, Let not our variance mar the social hour, Nor wrong the hospitality of Randolph. Nor frowning anger, nor yet wrinkled hate, Shall stain my countenance. Smooth thou thy brow : Nor let our strife disturb the gentle dame.
370 ÆäÀÌÁö - I have offered to so good a lady, with a sincere remorse, and a hearty contrition, can but obtain the least glance of compassion, I am too happy. — Ah, madam, there was a time ! — but let it be forgotten — I confess I have deservedly forfeited the high place I once held of sighing at your feet. Nay, kill me not, by turning from me in disdain.
494 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... my friends with my back to the fire. I like to give them a hearty reception in the old style at my gate. I like to see their horses and trunks taken care of.
7 ÆäÀÌÁö - Lucius seems fond of life; but what is life? 'Tis not to stalk about, and draw fresh air From time to time, or gaze upon the sun; Tis to be free. When liberty is gone, Life grows insipid, and has lost its relish.
15 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
351 ÆäÀÌÁö - To pass our youth in dull indifference, to refuse the sweets of life because they once must leave us, is as preposterous as to wish to have been born old, because we one day must be old.
367 ÆäÀÌÁö - O madam, if you knew but what he promised me, and how he assured me your ladyship should come to no damage - or else the wealth of the Indies should not have bribed me to conspire against so good, so sweet, so kind a lady as you have been to me. Lady. No damage? What, to betray me, to marry me to a cast serving-man; to make me a receptacle, an hospital for a decayed pimp? No damage?
366 ÆäÀÌÁö - Well, Sir Rowland, you have the way, You are no Novice in the Labyrinth of Love, You have the Clue But as I am a Person, Sir Rowland, you must not attribute my yielding to any sinister Appetite, or Indigestion of Widowhood ; nor impute my Complacency to any Lethargy of Continence I hope you do not think me prone to any Iteration of Nuptials.