The British Drama: A Collection of the Most Esteemed Tragedies, Comedies, Operas, and Farces, in the English Language, 1±Ç |
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Pr'ythee , Randal , How long hast thou been with me ? Ran . Fifteen years . I was a very child when first you took me , To wait upon your son , my dear young master ! I oft have wish'd , I'd gone to India with him ; Though you ...
Pr'ythee , Randal , How long hast thou been with me ? Ran . Fifteen years . I was a very child when first you took me , To wait upon your son , my dear young master ! I oft have wish'd , I'd gone to India with him ; Though you ...
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The fatal tempest , whose description | Why art thou silent ? canst thou doubt me strikes The hearer with astonishment , is ceas'd ; And Wilmot is at rest . The fiercer storm Of swelling passion that o'erwhelms the soul , And rages ...
The fatal tempest , whose description | Why art thou silent ? canst thou doubt me strikes The hearer with astonishment , is ceas'd ; And Wilmot is at rest . The fiercer storm Of swelling passion that o'erwhelms the soul , And rages ...
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How could'st thou form a thought so very [ damning , So advantageous , so secure , and easy ; And yet so cruel , and so full of horror ? Agn . " Tis less impiety , less against nature , To take another's life , than end our own .
How could'st thou form a thought so very [ damning , So advantageous , so secure , and easy ; And yet so cruel , and so full of horror ? Agn . " Tis less impiety , less against nature , To take another's life , than end our own .
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Thou canst not mean it : his to give the Detested spoiler ! -his ! a vile usurper ! [ law ! Have we forgot the elder Dionysius , Surnam'd the Tyrant ? To Sicilia's throne The monster waded through whole seas of blood .
Thou canst not mean it : his to give the Detested spoiler ! -his ! a vile usurper ! [ law ! Have we forgot the elder Dionysius , Surnam'd the Tyrant ? To Sicilia's throne The monster waded through whole seas of blood .
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Hast thou not heard him thund'ring at our Blood is his due . 1. Euph . The glorious tumult lifts my tow'ring soul . Once more , Melanthon , once again , my father Shall mount Sicilia's throne . Mel . Alas ! that hour Would come with joy ...
Hast thou not heard him thund'ring at our Blood is his due . 1. Euph . The glorious tumult lifts my tow'ring soul . Once more , Melanthon , once again , my father Shall mount Sicilia's throne . Mel . Alas ! that hour Would come with joy ...
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308 ÆäÀÌÁö - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the Divinity that stirs within us, 'Tis Heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates Eternity to man.
309 ÆäÀÌÁö - The soul, secured in her existence, smiles At the drawn dagger, and defies its point. The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years ; But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
250 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oh woman ! lovely woman! Nature made thee To temper man: we had been brutes without you; Angels are painted fair, to look like you : There's in you all that we believe of heav'n, Amazing brightness, purity and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
392 ÆäÀÌÁö - Squire Lumpkin was the finest gentleman I ever set my eyes on. For winding the straight horn, or beating a thicket for a hare, or a wench, he never had his fellow.
392 ÆäÀÌÁö - No, sir, but if you can inform us — Tony. Why, gentlemen, if you know neither the road you are going, nor where you are, nor the road you came, the first thing I have to inform you is, that — you have lost your way.
308 ÆäÀÌÁö - Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.
390 ÆäÀÌÁö - Eh ! you have frozen me to death again. That word reserved has undone all the rest of his accomplishments. A reserved lover, it is said, always makes a suspicious husband.
161 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.
398 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ah ! could you but see Bet Bouncer, of these parts, you might then talk of beauty. Ecod, she has two eyes as black as sloes, and cheeks as broad and red as a pulpit cushion.
295 ÆäÀÌÁö - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...