Bell's British Theatre: Douglas, by J. Home. ... The alchymist, altered from B. Jonson |
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Lucia, I feel a gentle dawning hope Rise in my soul. We shall be happy still. Duc.
Alas! I tremble when I think on Catol In every view, in every thought, I tremble I
Cato is stern and awful as a god; He knows not how to wink at human frailty, ...
Lucia, I feel a gentle dawning hope Rise in my soul. We shall be happy still. Duc.
Alas! I tremble when I think on Catol In every view, in every thought, I tremble I
Cato is stern and awful as a god; He knows not how to wink at human frailty, ...
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PROLOGUE. To-night, if you have brought your good old taste, We'll treat you
with a downright English feast : A tale, which told long since in homely wise, Hath
never fail'd of melting gentle eyes. Let no nice sir despise our hapless dame, ...
PROLOGUE. To-night, if you have brought your good old taste, We'll treat you
with a downright English feast : A tale, which told long since in homely wise, Hath
never fail'd of melting gentle eyes. Let no nice sir despise our hapless dame, ...
23 ÆäÀÌÁö
Does Hastings undertake to plead your cause But wherefore should he not
Hastings has eyes; The gentle lord has a right tender heart, Melting and easy,
yielding to impression, And catching the soft flame from each new beauty; But
yours ...
Does Hastings undertake to plead your cause But wherefore should he not
Hastings has eyes; The gentle lord has a right tender heart, Melting and easy,
yielding to impression, And catching the soft flame from each new beauty; But
yours ...
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Rise, gentle dame, you wrong my meaning much, Think me not guilty of a thought
so vain, To sell my courtesy for thanks like these. J. Sh. 'Tis true, your bounty is
beyond my speaking: But tho' my mouth be dumb, my heart shall thank you ; And
...
Rise, gentle dame, you wrong my meaning much, Think me not guilty of a thought
so vain, To sell my courtesy for thanks like these. J. Sh. 'Tis true, your bounty is
beyond my speaking: But tho' my mouth be dumb, my heart shall thank you ; And
...
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Oh, go not, gentle lady Might I advise— Valeria. Your griefs are yet too fresh, And
may offend him. Do not, my Horatia. Walerius. Indeed 'twere better to avoid his
presence; It will revive your sorrows, and recall— Horatia. Sir, when I saw you
last ...
Oh, go not, gentle lady Might I advise— Valeria. Your griefs are yet too fresh, And
may offend him. Do not, my Horatia. Walerius. Indeed 'twere better to avoid his
presence; It will revive your sorrows, and recall— Horatia. Sir, when I saw you
last ...
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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...