Dramatic Works, Band 2T. Fauncy, 1720 |
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... Blood to be brought to fo much Humility and Re- fignation ; especially fince the Animo- fity of Parties has of late corrupted Men's Judgments , and carried People to strange Extravagancies of Partiali- ty , not only in contempt of ...
... Blood to be brought to fo much Humility and Re- fignation ; especially fince the Animo- fity of Parties has of late corrupted Men's Judgments , and carried People to strange Extravagancies of Partiali- ty , not only in contempt of ...
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... Blood yet unaton'd . Mirz . No , Magas , It is not in the power of Fate to raze That Thought from out my Memory : Eternal Night , ' tis true , may caft a Shade On all my Faculties , extinguish Knowledge , And great Revenge may with my ...
... Blood yet unaton'd . Mirz . No , Magas , It is not in the power of Fate to raze That Thought from out my Memory : Eternal Night , ' tis true , may caft a Shade On all my Faculties , extinguish Knowledge , And great Revenge may with my ...
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... Blood , Stir Horror up , and bittereft Remorse , To gnaw thy anxious Soul . Oh great Cleander ! Unworthy was thy Fate , thou firft of Warriors , To fall beneath a bafe Affaffin's Stab , Whom all the thirsty Inftruments of Death Had in ...
... Blood , Stir Horror up , and bittereft Remorse , To gnaw thy anxious Soul . Oh great Cleander ! Unworthy was thy Fate , thou firft of Warriors , To fall beneath a bafe Affaffin's Stab , Whom all the thirsty Inftruments of Death Had in ...
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... Blood ? Why did he give me Life , if not to serve him ? Forbid me not to wait upon his Bed , And watch his fickly Slumbers , that my Youth May with its Service glad his drooping Age , And his cold Hand may bless me e'er he die . Nay ...
... Blood ? Why did he give me Life , if not to serve him ? Forbid me not to wait upon his Bed , And watch his fickly Slumbers , that my Youth May with its Service glad his drooping Age , And his cold Hand may bless me e'er he die . Nay ...
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... Blood the Reverence of this Place , To Peace and facred Majefty devoted . Artax . Ha ! Who art thou ? Artab . The Son of great Arfaces . Artax . No ! ' tis falfe ! thy forging Mother's damn'd Contrivance . Seek for thy Father in that ...
... Blood the Reverence of this Place , To Peace and facred Majefty devoted . Artax . Ha ! Who art thou ? Artab . The Son of great Arfaces . Artax . No ! ' tis falfe ! thy forging Mother's damn'd Contrivance . Seek for thy Father in that ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Altamont Amef Ameftris Antinous Arms art thou Artab Artaban Artax Artaxerxes Axalla Bajazet behold blefs bleft Breaft Califta Caufe Cauſe Cleo Cleone cou'd curfe Death doft thou e'er Enter Ethon Eurymachus ev'n ev'ry Exeunt Eyes facred fafe fair falfe Fame Fate Father fave Fears feems felf fhall fhould fince firſt foft fome Friend Friendſhip ftill fuch fure Gods Greatneſs Happineſs Heart Heav'n Honour Horatio juft Juftice King laft laſt loft Lord Loth Lothario Love Memnon Mirz Mirza moft Monefes moſt muft muſt Night o'er Paffion Peace Pity Pleaſure Pow'r Prince publick Purpoſe Queen Rage reft Revenge Royal ſelf Semanthe ſhall ſhe Slave Sorrows Soul ſpeak ſtill Stratocles Sword Tamerlane Tears Telemachus thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou art Thought thouſand thro Ulyffes Vengeance Virtue whofe Wiſhes wou'd wretched Youth
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Seite 14 - It damps the springs of life. Oh ! bid me die, Much rather bid me die, if it be true That thou hast sworn to hate me. Sel. Let life and death Wait the decision of the bloody field ; Nor can thy fate, my conqueror, depend Upon a woman's hate. Yet, since...
Seite 45 - twixt thy faith and mine : Thine bids thee lift thy dagger to my throat ; Mine .can forgive the wrong, and bid thee live.
Seite 26 - Oh, unthinking fool — What if I urg'd her with the crime and danger ? If any spark from Heav'n remain unquench'd Within her breast, my breath perhaps may wake it. Could I but prosper there, I would not doubt My combat with that loud vain-glorious boaster.
Seite 59 - To tell me something; — for instruction then — He teaches holy sorrow and contrition, And penitence. — Is it become "an art then? A trick that lazy, dull, luxurious gownmen Can teach us to do over? I'll no more on't: [Throwing away the Book.
Seite 17 - Some sullen influence, a foe to both, Has wrought this fatal marriage to undo us. Mark but the frame and temper of our minds, How very much we differ. Ev'n this day, That fills thee with such...
Seite 28 - Thro' ev'ry state of life the slaves of man ! In all the dear delightful days of youth, A rigid father dictates to our wills, And deals out pleasure with a scanty hand. To his, the tyrant husband's reign succeeds ; Proud with opinion of superior reason, He holds...
Seite 42 - Weep not, my fair; but let the God of Love Laugh in thy eyes, and revel in thy heart, Kindle again his torch, and hold it high, To light us to new joys. Nor let a thought Of discord, or disquiet past, molest thee ; But to a long oblivion give tliy cares, And let us melt the present hour in bliss.
Seite 20 - With such smooth looks and many a gentle word, The first fair she beguil'd her easy lord ; Too blind with love and beauty to beware, He fell unthinking in the fatal snare ; Nor could believe that such a heav'nly face Had bargain'd with the devil, to damn her wretched race.
Seite 10 - Has torn thee from his side, and left him naked To the. avenging bolt, that drives upon him. Forget the name, of captive, and I wish I could as well restore that fair one's freedom, Whose loss hangs heavy on thee : yet, ere nighr, Perhaps, we may deserve thy friendship nobler; Th...
Seite 27 - Damnation on thee ! thou smooth fawning talker ! Give me again my chains, that I may curse thee, And gratify my rage : or, if thou wilt Be a vain fool, and play with thy perdition, Remember I'm thy foe, and hate thee deadly.