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... horror and despair ! Zan . You said you would bear it like a man . Alon . I do . Am I not most distracted ? Zan . Pray , be calm . Alon . As hurricanes : be thou assured of that . Zan . Is this the wise Alonzo ? Alon . Villain , no ! He ...
... horror and despair ! Zan . You said you would bear it like a man . Alon . I do . Am I not most distracted ? Zan . Pray , be calm . Alon . As hurricanes : be thou assured of that . Zan . Is this the wise Alonzo ? Alon . Villain , no ! He ...
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... horror will usurp the seat of bliss . So Lucifer broke into paradise , And soon damnation followed . Ha ! she sleeps- [ He advances . ] The day's uncommon heat has overcome her . Then take , my longing eyes , your last full gaze . Oh ...
... horror will usurp the seat of bliss . So Lucifer broke into paradise , And soon damnation followed . Ha ! she sleeps- [ He advances . ] The day's uncommon heat has overcome her . Then take , my longing eyes , your last full gaze . Oh ...
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... horrors . Hoa ! Alonzo , hoa ! the Moor is at the gate ! Awake , invincible , omnipotent ! Thou who dost all subdue ... horror ! oh remorse ! Oh punishment ! Had Satan never fell , Hell had been made for me.- -Oh Leonora ! Zan . Must I ...
... horrors . Hoa ! Alonzo , hoa ! the Moor is at the gate ! Awake , invincible , omnipotent ! Thou who dost all subdue ... horror ! oh remorse ! Oh punishment ! Had Satan never fell , Hell had been made for me.- -Oh Leonora ! Zan . Must I ...
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... horror what mad dreams have done , And sinks , heart - broken , on a murdered son . [ Exeunt . SCENE I. King , POSTHUMIUS , & c . meeting . Post . We , in behalf of our allies , O king ! Called on thee yesterday , to clear thy glory ...
... horror what mad dreams have done , And sinks , heart - broken , on a murdered son . [ Exeunt . SCENE I. King , POSTHUMIUS , & c . meeting . Post . We , in behalf of our allies , O king ! Called on thee yesterday , to clear thy glory ...
43 ÆäÀÌÁö
... horror hence ! -How die the thoughts of death ! Eriz . I knew not my own heart . I cannot bear it . Shame chides me back ; for , to insult his woes Is too severe ; and to condole , too kind . [ Going . Dem . Thus I arrest you in the ...
... horror hence ! -How die the thoughts of death ! Eriz . I knew not my own heart . I cannot bear it . Shame chides me back ; for , to insult his woes Is too severe ; and to condole , too kind . [ Going . Dem . Thus I arrest you in the ...
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566 ÆäÀÌÁö - I do not think my sister so to seek, Or so unprincipled in virtue's book, And the sweet peace that goodness bosoms ever, As that the single want of light and noise (Not being in danger, as I trust she is not) Could stir the constant mood of her calm thoughts, And put them into misbecoming plight.
570 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
564 ÆäÀÌÁö - My best guide now : methought it was the sound Of riot and ill-managed merriment, Such as the jocund flute, or gamesome pipe, Stirs up among the loose unletter'd hinds, When, for their teeming flocks, and granges full, In wanton dance they praise the bounteous Pan, And thank the gods amiss.
563 ÆäÀÌÁö - The star that bids the shepherd fold Now the top of heaven doth hold ; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream ; And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole ; Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east.
569 ÆäÀÌÁö - I was all ear, !(« And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death.
570 ÆäÀÌÁö - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe...
574 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hours Thither all their bounties bring. There eternal Summer dwells, And west winds with musky wing About the cedarn alleys fling Nard and cassia's balmy smells.
565 ÆäÀÌÁö - Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots ; Their port was more than human, as they stood : I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i
572 ÆäÀÌÁö - Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, Covering the earth with odours, fruits and flocks, Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable, But all to please, and sate the curious taste...
565 ÆäÀÌÁö - And yet is most pretended : in a place Less warranted than this, or less secure, I cannot be, that I should fear to change it. Eye me, blest Providence, and square my trial To my proportioned strength ! Shepherd, lead on.