The Modern British Drama: In Five Volumes, Volumen2William Miller, 1811 |
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... Proud hated Spain , oft drenched in Moorish blood ! Dost thou not feel a deadly foe within thee ? Shake not thy towers where'er I pass along , Conscious of ruin , and their great destroyer ? Shake YOUNG . ] 7 THE REVENGE .
... Proud hated Spain , oft drenched in Moorish blood ! Dost thou not feel a deadly foe within thee ? Shake not thy towers where'er I pass along , Conscious of ruin , and their great destroyer ? Shake YOUNG . ] 7 THE REVENGE .
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... Dost press my hand , and weep upon my cheek ? Alon . If , after death , our forms ( as some be- lieve ) Shall be transparent , naked every thought , And friends meet friends , and read each other's hearts , Thou❜lt know one day that ...
... Dost press my hand , and weep upon my cheek ? Alon . If , after death , our forms ( as some be- lieve ) Shall be transparent , naked every thought , And friends meet friends , and read each other's hearts , Thou❜lt know one day that ...
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... dost dissemble , and thy heart's in tears . Car . My heart's in health , my spirits dance their round , And at my eyes pleasure looks out in smiles . Alon . And canst thou , canst thou part with Leonora ? Car . I do not part with her ...
... dost dissemble , and thy heart's in tears . Car . My heart's in health , my spirits dance their round , And at my eyes pleasure looks out in smiles . Alon . And canst thou , canst thou part with Leonora ? Car . I do not part with her ...
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... dost love me , I shall fill thy heart With scorpions ' stings . Zan . If I do love , my lord ? Alon . Come near me , let me rest upon thy bosom ; ( What pillow like the bosom of a friend ? ) For I am sick at heart . Zan . Speak , sir ...
... dost love me , I shall fill thy heart With scorpions ' stings . Zan . If I do love , my lord ? Alon . Come near me , let me rest upon thy bosom ; ( What pillow like the bosom of a friend ? ) For I am sick at heart . Zan . Speak , sir ...
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... dost insult thy lord . Temptation ! One night gained ! O stings and death ! And am I then undone ! Alas , my Zanga ! And dost thou own it too ? Deny it still , And rescue me one moment from distraction . Zan . My lord , I hope the best ...
... dost insult thy lord . Temptation ! One night gained ! O stings and death ! And am I then undone ! Alas , my Zanga ! And dost thou own it too ? Deny it still , And rescue me one moment from distraction . Zan . My lord , I hope the best ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 580 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as ye go, On the light fantastic toe...
Página 580 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Página 583 - Yet should I try, the uncontrolled worth Of this pure cause would kindle my rapt spirits To such a flame of sacred vehemence...
Página 579 - I was all ear, !(« And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death.
Página 584 - Mortals, that would follow me, Love Virtue ; she alone is free. She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
Página 576 - He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i' th' centre, and enjoy bright day : But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts, Benighted walks under the mid-day sun ; Himself is his own dungeon.
Página 576 - Be it not done in pride, or in presumption. Some say no evil thing that walks by night, In fog, or fire, by lake, or moorish fen, Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost, That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, No goblin, or swart faery of the mine, Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.
Página 574 - Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence; How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night At every fall smoothing the raven down Of Darkness till it smiled...
Página 582 - Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, Covering the earth with odours, fruits and flocks, Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable, But all to please, and sate the curious taste...
Página 584 - To the ocean now I fly, And those happy climes that lie Where day never shuts his eye, Up in the broad fields of the sky. There I suck the liquid air, All amidst the gardens fair Of Hesperus, and his daughters three That sing about the golden tree.