Bell's British Theatre: Douglas, by J. Home. ... The alchymist, altered from B. Jonson |
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That her spirit is worthy of her birth; her sweetness, of the love and respect of all
the world, her piety, of her religion; her service, of her royal mistress; and her
beauty and truth, of her lord; that, in short, every part of her character is just, and
that ...
That her spirit is worthy of her birth; her sweetness, of the love and respect of all
the world, her piety, of her religion; her service, of her royal mistress; and her
beauty and truth, of her lord; that, in short, every part of her character is just, and
that ...
32 ÆäÀÌÁö
I see thou dwellest not with birth and beauty, Tho' grac'd with grandeur and in
wealth array'd : Nor dost thou, it would seem, with virtue dwell; Else had this
gentle lady miss'd thee not. Enter GLENA Lvo N. Glen. What dost thou muse on, ...
I see thou dwellest not with birth and beauty, Tho' grac'd with grandeur and in
wealth array'd : Nor dost thou, it would seem, with virtue dwell; Else had this
gentle lady miss'd thee not. Enter GLENA Lvo N. Glen. What dost thou muse on, ...
vii ÆäÀÌÁö
The beauty of Pope's Compositions have in no trifling degreee decorated his Life
with a beauty which it wanted. He who lives in a state of inadequate E N MITY,
who, in the language of SHAKspe Re spurns enviously at straws, was more likely
...
The beauty of Pope's Compositions have in no trifling degreee decorated his Life
with a beauty which it wanted. He who lives in a state of inadequate E N MITY,
who, in the language of SHAKspe Re spurns enviously at straws, was more likely
...
57 ÆäÀÌÁö
¡°The mist that hung upon my mind, clears up; ¡°And now, athwart the terrors that
thy vow ¡°Has planted round thee, thou appear'st most fair, ¡°More amiable, and
risest in thy charms. ¡°Loveliest of women I Heav'n is in thy soul; ¡°Beauty and
virtue ...
¡°The mist that hung upon my mind, clears up; ¡°And now, athwart the terrors that
thy vow ¡°Has planted round thee, thou appear'st most fair, ¡°More amiable, and
risest in thy charms. ¡°Loveliest of women I Heav'n is in thy soul; ¡°Beauty and
virtue ...
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How needless, if you knew us, were your fears 2 Let love have eyes, and beauty
will have ears. Our hearts are form'd as you yourselves would chuse, Too proud
to ask, too humble to refuse: We give to merit, and to wealth we sell: He sighs ...
How needless, if you knew us, were your fears 2 Let love have eyes, and beauty
will have ears. Our hearts are form'd as you yourselves would chuse, Too proud
to ask, too humble to refuse: We give to merit, and to wealth we sell: He sighs ...
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75 ÆäÀÌÁö - It must be so — Plato, thou reason'st well! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality? Or whence, this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; Tis heav'n itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man: Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes and...
75 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... there is all Nature cries aloud Through all her works). He must delight in virtue ; And that which He delights in must be happy. But when ? or where ? This world was made for Caesar — I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them.
75 ÆäÀÌÁö - The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a power above us — And that there is, all nature cries aloud Through all her works — He must delight in virtue; And that which He delights in must be happy.
75 ÆäÀÌÁö - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age and nature sink in years : But thou shall flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter and the crush of worlds.
29 ÆäÀÌÁö - My voice is still for war. Gods ! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slavery or death ? No ; let us rise at once, gird on our swords, And, at the head of our remaining troops, Attack the foe, break through the thick array Of his thronged legions, and charge home upon him.
43 ÆäÀÌÁö - Honour's a sacred tie, the law of kings, The noble mind's distinguishing perfection, That aids and strengthens virtue, where it meets her, And imitates her actions, where she is not : It ought not to be sported with.
23 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis not a set of features, or complexion, The tincture of a skin, that I admire. Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.
vi 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...
31 ÆäÀÌÁö - Afric's heat, and season'd to the sun; Numidia's spacious kingdom lies behind us, Ready to rise at its young prince's call. While there is hope, do not distrust the gods ; But wait, at least, till Caesar's near approach Force us to yield.
71 ÆäÀÌÁö - How beautiful is death when earned by virtue ! Who would not be that youth ? What pity is it That we can die but once to serve our country...