The British Drama: A Collection of the Most Esteemed Tragedies, Comedies, Operas, and Farces, in the English Language, 2±ÇJ. J. Woodward, 1832 |
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... blood ? VOL . II .... D 3 Zar . Ah me ! What hast thou said , why wouldst thou thus Recall my wavering thought ? How know I what , Or whence I am ? Heaven kept it hid in darkness , Conceal'd me from myself , and from my blood . Sel ...
... blood ? VOL . II .... D 3 Zar . Ah me ! What hast thou said , why wouldst thou thus Recall my wavering thought ? How know I what , Or whence I am ? Heaven kept it hid in darkness , Conceal'd me from myself , and from my blood . Sel ...
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... blood of Chris- tians , C©¡sarea's walls saw Lusignan surpris'd , And the proud crescent rise in bloody triumph . From this seraglio having young escap'd , Fate , three years since , restor'd me to my chains ; Then , sent to Paris on my ...
... blood of Chris- tians , C©¡sarea's walls saw Lusignan surpris'd , And the proud crescent rise in bloody triumph . From this seraglio having young escap'd , Fate , three years since , restor'd me to my chains ; Then , sent to Paris on my ...
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... blood Of twenty Christian kings , that fills thy veins ; ' Tis heroes ' blood - the blood of saints and mar- tyrs ! What would thy mother feel to see thee thus ! She , and thy murder'd brothers ! -think , they call thee : Think that ...
... blood Of twenty Christian kings , that fills thy veins ; ' Tis heroes ' blood - the blood of saints and mar- tyrs ! What would thy mother feel to see thee thus ! She , and thy murder'd brothers ! -think , they call thee : Think that ...
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... blood of twenty kings ? Is not her race the same with that of Lewis ? Is she not Lusignan's unhappy daughter ? A Christian , and my sister ? yet a slave , A willing slave ! -I dare not speak more plainly . Zar . Cruel ! go on - Alas you ...
... blood of twenty kings ? Is not her race the same with that of Lewis ? Is she not Lusignan's unhappy daughter ? A Christian , and my sister ? yet a slave , A willing slave ! -I dare not speak more plainly . Zar . Cruel ! go on - Alas you ...
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... blood ! -show me left joyless , In a wide , empty world , with nothing round me , But penitence and pain - And yet ' twas just : — Hark ! -Destiny has sent her lover to me , To fill my vengeance , and restore my joy . Enter ORASMIN with ...
... blood ! -show me left joyless , In a wide , empty world , with nothing round me , But penitence and pain - And yet ' twas just : — Hark ! -Destiny has sent her lover to me , To fill my vengeance , and restore my joy . Enter ORASMIN with ...
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242 ÆäÀÌÁö - Twere now to be most happy, for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
179 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fathers' legacy — the faith we follow teaches us to live in bonds of charity with all mankind, and die with hope of bliss beyond the grave. Tell your invaders this, and tell them too, we seek no change; and least of all, such change as they would bring us.
209 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... till they could all play very near, or altogether as well as myself. This done, say the enemy were forty thousand strong, we twenty would come into the field the tenth of March, or thereabouts, and we would challenge twenty of the enemy ; they could not in their honour refuse us ; well, we would kill them ; challenge twenty more, kill them ; twenty mqre, kill them ; twenty more, kill them too...
399 ÆäÀÌÁö - Well, and there's a handsome gentleman, and a fine gentleman, and a sweet gentleman, that was here, that loves me, and I love him ; and if he sees you speak to me any more he'll thrash your jacket for you, he will, you great sea-calf ! Ben. What, do you mean that fair-weather spark that was here just now ? will he thrash my jacket ? — let'n — let'n. But an he comes near me, mayhap I may giv'na salt eel for's supper, for all that.
407 ÆäÀÌÁö - You are all white — a sheet of spotless paper — when you first are born ; but you are to be scrawled and blotted by every goose's quill.
455 ÆäÀÌÁö - And, when your march begins, let one run after, Breathless almost for joy, and cry, "She's dead." The soldiers shout; you then, perhaps, may sigh, And muster all your Roman gravity: Ventidius chides; and straight your brow clears up, As I had never been.
455 ÆäÀÌÁö - scape without me, with what haste Would she let slip her hold, and make to shore, And never look behind!
462 ÆäÀÌÁö - Th' appearance is against me; and I go, Unjustified, for ever from your sight. How I have loved, you know; how yet I love, My only comfort is, I know myself: I love you more...
450 ÆäÀÌÁö - Lie there, thou shadow of an emperor ; : The place, thou pressest on thy mother earth, Is all thy empire now : now it contains thee ; Some few days hence, and then 'twill be too large, When thou'rt contracted in thy narrow urn, Shrunk to a few cold ashes...
206 ÆäÀÌÁö - They should say, and swear, hell were broken loose, ere they went hence. But, by God's will, 'tis nobody's fault but yours; for an' you had done as you might have done, they should have been parboiled, and baked too, every mother's son, ere they should ha