Dramatic Works, Band 2T. Fauncy, 1720 |
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... Art . Exquifite Charmer ! now by Orofmades I fwear , thy each foft Accent ... thou Idol of my Heart , ( Nor will I blush to own the facred Flame , Thy ... thou lose The glorious Portion which thy Fate designs thee , For thy Ameftris ...
... Art . Exquifite Charmer ! now by Orofmades I fwear , thy each foft Accent ... thou Idol of my Heart , ( Nor will I blush to own the facred Flame , Thy ... thou lose The glorious Portion which thy Fate designs thee , For thy Ameftris ...
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... thy Folly . [ Exit Mag . Mem . No , my Remembrance treasures honest Thoughts , And holds not things like thee ; I fcorn thy Friendship , And would not owe my Life to fuch a Villain : But thou art hardly Saint enough to prophefy . Were all ...
... thy Folly . [ Exit Mag . Mem . No , my Remembrance treasures honest Thoughts , And holds not things like thee ; I fcorn thy Friendship , And would not owe my Life to fuch a Villain : But thou art hardly Saint enough to prophefy . Were all ...
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... thou art , The Cause and the Contriver of that Mischief . Qu . What , nam'ft thou Tiribafus ! be his Guilt Forgotten with his Memory . Think on Cleander , And let the Furies that inquire for Blood , Stir Horror up , and bittereft ...
... thou art , The Cause and the Contriver of that Mischief . Qu . What , nam'ft thou Tiribafus ! be his Guilt Forgotten with his Memory . Think on Cleander , And let the Furies that inquire for Blood , Stir Horror up , and bittereft ...
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... thou not come , Impatient of Delay to haften Fate ? To bring that Death , the lingering Disease Would only for a Day ... art thou ? Artab . The Son of great Arfaces . Artax . No ! ' tis falfe ! thy forging Mother's damn'd Contrivance ...
... thou not come , Impatient of Delay to haften Fate ? To bring that Death , the lingering Disease Would only for a Day ... art thou ? Artab . The Son of great Arfaces . Artax . No ! ' tis falfe ! thy forging Mother's damn'd Contrivance ...
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... thou art Arfaces ' Son , That the Idea of thy fancy'd Father May raise and animate my leffer Genius , And make thee fit to meet my Arm in Battel . Artab . Oh doubt not but my Soul is charm'd with Greatnefs , So much it rivals ev'n the ...
... thou art Arfaces ' Son , That the Idea of thy fancy'd Father May raise and animate my leffer Genius , And make thee fit to meet my Arm in Battel . Artab . Oh doubt not but my Soul is charm'd with Greatnefs , So much it rivals ev'n the ...
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
Beliebte Passagen
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.