¡°The¡± British Drama: A Collection of the Most Esteemed Tragedies, Comedies, Operas, and Farces, in the English Language, 2±ÇJones and Company, 1829 |
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... thou seest ' em stretch their bloody And weep to win thee from their murderer's bosom . Even in the place where thou betray'st thy God , He died , my child to save thee . - Turn thy eyes , And see ; for thou art near his sacred sepul ...
... thou seest ' em stretch their bloody And weep to win thee from their murderer's bosom . Even in the place where thou betray'st thy God , He died , my child to save thee . - Turn thy eyes , And see ; for thou art near his sacred sepul ...
841 ÆäÀÌÁö
... thou mark ' em at their part- Did'st thou observe the language of their eyes ? Hide nothing from me- -Is my love betray'd ? Tell me my whole disgrace : nay , if thou trem- blest , I hear thy pity speak , though thou art silent . Oras ...
... thou mark ' em at their part- Did'st thou observe the language of their eyes ? Hide nothing from me- -Is my love betray'd ? Tell me my whole disgrace : nay , if thou trem- blest , I hear thy pity speak , though thou art silent . Oras ...
846 ÆäÀÌÁö
... Thou lend'st thy ready veil to every treason , And teeming mischiefs thrive beneath thy shade . Orasmin , prophet , reason , truth and love ! After such length of benefits , to wrong me ! How have I over - rated , how mistaken , The ...
... Thou lend'st thy ready veil to every treason , And teeming mischiefs thrive beneath thy shade . Orasmin , prophet , reason , truth and love ! After such length of benefits , to wrong me ! How have I over - rated , how mistaken , The ...
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... Thou hast a tender soul , apt for compassion , And art thyself a lover and a friend . " Does not this prince's fortune move thy tem- per ? Ax . Yes , Sir , I mourn the brave Moneses ' The merit of his virtue hardly match'd [ fate , With ...
... Thou hast a tender soul , apt for compassion , And art thyself a lover and a friend . " Does not this prince's fortune move thy tem- per ? Ax . Yes , Sir , I mourn the brave Moneses ' The merit of his virtue hardly match'd [ fate , With ...
888 ÆäÀÌÁö
... Thou art the queen and mistress of my soul ? Has not even Tamerlane ( whose word , next Heaven's , Makes fate at second - hand ) bid thee disclaim Thy fears ? And dost thou call thyself a slave ; Only to try how far the sad impression ...
... Thou art the queen and mistress of my soul ? Has not even Tamerlane ( whose word , next Heaven's , Makes fate at second - hand ) bid thee disclaim Thy fears ? And dost thou call thyself a slave ; Only to try how far the sad impression ...
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