The Modern British Drama: In Five Volumes, 1±ÇWilliam Miller, 1811 |
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... hand , or to go tip - toe Before the street be foul ? Either I am The fore - horse in the team , or I am none That draw i'the sequent trace . These poor slight sores Need not a plantain ; that which rips my bosom , Almost to the heart ...
... hand , or to go tip - toe Before the street be foul ? Either I am The fore - horse in the team , or I am none That draw i'the sequent trace . These poor slight sores Need not a plantain ; that which rips my bosom , Almost to the heart ...
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... hand of war hurts none here , nor the seas Swallow their youth ; were we at liberty , A wife might part us lawfully , or business ; Quarrels consume us ; envy of ill men Crave our acquaintance ; I might sicken , cousin , Where you ...
... hand of war hurts none here , nor the seas Swallow their youth ; were we at liberty , A wife might part us lawfully , or business ; Quarrels consume us ; envy of ill men Crave our acquaintance ; I might sicken , cousin , Where you ...
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... hand But owner of a sword . By all oaths in one , I , and the justice of my love , would make thee A confess'd traitor ! Oh , thou most perfidious That ever gently look'd ! the void'st of honour That e'er bore gentle token ! falsest ...
... hand But owner of a sword . By all oaths in one , I , and the justice of my love , would make thee A confess'd traitor ! Oh , thou most perfidious That ever gently look'd ! the void'st of honour That e'er bore gentle token ! falsest ...
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... hand ! Arc . Here , Palamon ! this hand shall never more Come near thee with such friendship . Pal . I commend thee . are o ' th ' least ; Prithee take mine , good cousin ! Pal . Thank you , Arcite ! How do I look ? am I fall'n much ...
... hand ! Arc . Here , Palamon ! this hand shall never more Come near thee with such friendship . Pal . I commend thee . are o ' th ' least ; Prithee take mine , good cousin ! Pal . Thank you , Arcite ! How do I look ? am I fall'n much ...
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... hand in hand together ; so will we . Come nearer : Is there any hurt in this ? Pan . I hope not . Arb . Faith , there is none at all : And tell me truly now , is there not one You love above me ? Pan . No , by Heav'n . Arb . Why , yet ...
... hand in hand together ; so will we . Come nearer : Is there any hurt in this ? Pan . I hope not . Arb . Faith , there is none at all : And tell me truly now , is there not one You love above me ? Pan . No , by Heav'n . Arb . Why , yet ...
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518 ÆäÀÌÁö - Looking tranquillity ! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
454 ÆäÀÌÁö - Burthensome to itself, a few years longer, To lose it, may be, at last in a lewd quarrel For some new friend, treacherous and false as thou art ! No, this vile world and I have long been jangling, And cannot part on better terms than now, When only men like thee are fit to live in't.
8 ÆäÀÌÁö - Palamon, unmarried ; •The sweet embraces of a loving wife, •Loaden with kisses, arm'd with thousand Cupids, •Shall never clasp our necks ; no issue know us, •No figures of ourselves shall we e'er see, •To glad our age, and like young eagles teach 'em •Boldly to gaze against bright arms, and say * Remember what your fathers were, and conquer...
340 ÆäÀÌÁö - Vent. Are you Antony ? I'm liker what I was, than you to him I left you last. Ant. I'm angry. Vent. So am I.
416 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... with age grown double, Picking dry sticks, and mumbling to herself. Her eyes with scalding rheum were gall'd and red ; Cold palsy shook her head ; her hands...
125 ÆäÀÌÁö - A wilful fault, think me not past all hope For once. What master holds so strict a hand Over his boy, that he will part with him Without one warning? Let me be corrected To break my stubbornness, if it be so, Rather than turn me off; and I shall mend. PHI. Thy love doth plead so prettily to stay, That, trust me, I could weep to part with thee.
8 ÆäÀÌÁö - The fair-eyed maids shall weep our banishments, And in their songs curse ever-blinded Fortune, Till she for shame see what a wrong she has done To youth and nature. This is all our world : We shall know nothing here, but one another ; Hear nothing, but the clock that tells our woes. The vine shall grow, but we shall never see it : Summer shall come, and with her all delights, But dead-cold winter must inhabit here still.
132 ÆäÀÌÁö - em false as were my hopes, I cannot urge thee further. But thou wert To blame to injure me, for I must love Thy honest looks, and take no revenge upon Thy tender youth : a love from me to thee Is firm, whate'er thou dost : it troubles me That I have called the blood out of thy cheeks, That did so well become thee.
359 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'll never strive against it; but die pleased, To think you once were mine. Ant. Good heaven, they weep at parting ! Must I weep too ? That calls them innocent. I must not weep; and yet I must, to think That I must not forgive. — Live, but live wretched; 'tis but just you should, Who made me so. Live from each other's sight: Let me not hear you meet: set all the earth, And all the seas, betwixt your sundered loves : View nothing common but the sun and skies.
353 ÆäÀÌÁö - Men are but Children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain ; And yet the Soul, shut up in her dark room, Viewing so clear abroad, at home sees nothing ; But, like a Mole in Earth...