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14 ÆäÀÌÁö
... Oreft . It was , indeed , a morning full of horror ! Pyl . A thousand boding cares have rack'd my foul your behalf . Often , with tears , I mourn'd The fatal ills , in which your life's involv'd ; And grudg'd you dangers which I could ...
... Oreft . It was , indeed , a morning full of horror ! Pyl . A thousand boding cares have rack'd my foul your behalf . Often , with tears , I mourn'd The fatal ills , in which your life's involv'd ; And grudg'd you dangers which I could ...
15 ÆäÀÌÁö
... Oreft . I deceiv'd myself . Do not upbraid the unhappy man , that loves thee . Thou know'ft I never hid my paffion from thee ; Thou faw'ft it in its birth and in its progrefs ; And when at laft the hoary king , her father , Great ...
... Oreft . I deceiv'd myself . Do not upbraid the unhappy man , that loves thee . Thou know'ft I never hid my paffion from thee ; Thou faw'ft it in its birth and in its progrefs ; And when at laft the hoary king , her father , Great ...
16 ÆäÀÌÁö
... Oreft . But see the strange perverfenefs of my ftars , Which throws me on the rock I ftrove to fhun ! The jealous chiefs , and all the ftates of Greece , With one united voice complain of Pyrrhus ; That now forgetful of the promise giv ...
... Oreft . But see the strange perverfenefs of my ftars , Which throws me on the rock I ftrove to fhun ! The jealous chiefs , and all the ftates of Greece , With one united voice complain of Pyrrhus ; That now forgetful of the promise giv ...
17 ÆäÀÌÁö
... Oreft . Refentments ! Oh , my friend , too foon I found They grew not out of hatred ! I'm betray'd : I practice on myself ; and fondly plot My own undoing . Goaded on by love , I canvafs'd all the fuffrages of Greece : And here I come ...
... Oreft . Refentments ! Oh , my friend , too foon I found They grew not out of hatred ! I'm betray'd : I practice on myself ; and fondly plot My own undoing . Goaded on by love , I canvafs'd all the fuffrages of Greece : And here I come ...
18 ÆäÀÌÁö
... Oreft . Ah , were those wishes from her heart , my friend , I'd fly in transport- Pyl . Hear ! -the king approaches [ Flourish within . To give you audience . Speak your embassy Without referve : urge the demands of Greece ; And , in ...
... Oreft . Ah , were those wishes from her heart , my friend , I'd fly in transport- Pyl . Hear ! -the king approaches [ Flourish within . To give you audience . Speak your embassy Without referve : urge the demands of Greece ; And , in ...
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104 ÆäÀÌÁö - They turn'd upon him: but his active arm Struck to the ground, from whence they rose no more, The fiercest two; the others fled amain, And left him master of the bloody field. Speak, Lady Randolph : upon Beauty's tongue Dwell accents pleasing to the brave and bold. Speak, noble dame, and thank him for thy lord.
11 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thou saw'st it in its birth and in its progress ; And when at last the hoary king, her father, Great Menelaus, gave away his daughter, His lovely daughter, to the happy Pyrrhus, Th...
181 ÆäÀÌÁö - And dost thou know me? Slave! DUM. Yes, thou proud lord! I know thee well, know thee with each advantage Which wealth, or power, or noble birth can give thee. I know thee, too, for one who stains those honours, And blots a long illustrious line of ancestry, By poorly daring thus to wrong a woman.
164 ÆäÀÌÁö - How few, like thee, inquire the wretched out, And court the offices of soft Humanity ? Like thee reserve their raiment for the naked, Reach out their bread to feed the crying orphan, Or mix their pitying tears with those that weep ? Thy praise deserves a better tongue than mine, To speak and bless thy name.
205 ÆäÀÌÁö - Supply the place of time and preparation, And arm me for the blow. Tis but to die; 'Tis but to venture on that common hazard Which many a time in battle I have run; 'Tis but to do what, at that very moment, In many nations of the peopled earth, A thousand and a thousand shall do with me...
120 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis that I mean : There dwells a man of venerable age, Who in my father's service spent his youth : Tell him I sent thee, and with him remain, Till I shall call upon thee to declare, Before the king and nobles, what thou now To me hast told. No more but this, and thou Shalt live in honour all thy future days...
122 ÆäÀÌÁö - To any likeness my so sudden favour: But now I long to see his face again, Examine every feature, and find out The lineaments of DOUGLAS, or my own. But most of all I long to let him know Who his true parents are, to clasp his neck, And tell him all the story of his father. ANNA With wary caution you must bear yourself In public, lest your tenderness break forth, And in observers stir conjectures strange.
116 ÆäÀÌÁö - One stormy night, as I remember well, The wind and rain beat hard upon our roof: Red came the river down, and loud and oft The angry spirit of the water shriek'd.
223 ÆäÀÌÁö - And yet thy Goodness turns aside to Pity me ! Alas! There may be danger, get thee gone! Let me not pull a Ruin on thy Head ! Leave me to die alone, for I am fall'n Never to rise, and all Relief is vain.
111 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thy virtue awes me. First of womankind! Permit me yet to say, that the fond man Whom love transports beyond strict virtue's bounds, If he is brought by love to misery, In fortune ruin'd, as in mind forlorn, Unpitied cannot be. Pity's the alms Which...