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43 ÆäÀÌÁö
How hard is the condition of our sex, 40 Thro' ev'ry state of life the slaves of man
In all the dear delightful days of youth A rigid father dićtates to our wills, And
deals out pleasure with a scanty hand. To his, the tyrant husband's reign
succeeds; ...
How hard is the condition of our sex, 40 Thro' ev'ry state of life the slaves of man
In all the dear delightful days of youth A rigid father dićtates to our wills, And
deals out pleasure with a scanty hand. To his, the tyrant husband's reign
succeeds; ...
xv ÆäÀÌÁö
''I curse the hand that did the deid, ¡°The heart that thocht the ill, The feet that bare
me wisic speid, ¡°The comely youth to kill. ¡°I'll aye lament for Child Maurice 'Asgin
he warmy ain; ¡°I'll ne'er forget the dreary day 'On which the youth was slain.
''I curse the hand that did the deid, ¡°The heart that thocht the ill, The feet that bare
me wisic speid, ¡°The comely youth to kill. ¡°I'll aye lament for Child Maurice 'Asgin
he warmy ain; ¡°I'll ne'er forget the dreary day 'On which the youth was slain.
39 ÆäÀÌÁö
... infant on her breast; Tended the child, and rear'd the pleasing boy: She, with
affection's triumph, saw the youth In grace and comeliness surpass his peers :
16o Whilst I to a dead husband bore a son, And to the roaring waters gave my
child.
... infant on her breast; Tended the child, and rear'd the pleasing boy: She, with
affection's triumph, saw the youth In grace and comeliness surpass his peers :
16o Whilst I to a dead husband bore a son, And to the roaring waters gave my
child.
68 ÆäÀÌÁö
3oo Lord R. Yet this distinguish'd dame Invites a youth, th' acquaintance of a day,
Alone to meet her at the midnight hour. This assignation [Shews a letter.] the
assasin freed, Her manifest affection for the youth, Might breed suspicion in a ...
3oo Lord R. Yet this distinguish'd dame Invites a youth, th' acquaintance of a day,
Alone to meet her at the midnight hour. This assignation [Shews a letter.] the
assasin freed, Her manifest affection for the youth, Might breed suspicion in a ...
45 ÆäÀÌÁö
Give but the word, we'll snatch this damsel up, And bear her off. jub. Can such
dishonest thoughts Rise up in man Wouldst thou seduce my youth To do an ačt
that would destroy mine honour? Syph. Gods, I could tear my hair to hear you
talks ...
Give but the word, we'll snatch this damsel up, And bear her off. jub. Can such
dishonest thoughts Rise up in man Wouldst thou seduce my youth To do an ačt
that would destroy mine honour? Syph. Gods, I could tear my hair to hear you
talks ...
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afflićted Alic Altamont Anna arms beauty behold bless bosom breast brother Caesar Calista Cato Cato's charms Child Maurice Curiatius curse dear death Decius distraćted dost thou Douglas dreadful Enter ev'ry Ev¡¯n Exeunt Exit eyes FAIR PENITENT fame fate father fear foes fond forgive friendship gentle give Glen Glenalvon Glost grace grief hand happy hear heart Heav'n honour Horatia I¡¯ve JANE SHORE Juba Lady live look lord Lord Hastings Loth Lothario lov¡¯d Lucia Lucius maid Marcia never noble Norval Numidian o'er passion peace Pharsalia pity Portius pow'r prince rage Randolph Roman Roman senate Rome SCENE scorn Sempronius shalt shame sorrows soul speak sword Syph Syphax tears tell tender thee thou art thou hast thought Twas Valeria vengeance virtue weep woes wond¡¯rous wretch youth
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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...