Dramatic Works, Band 3T. Fauncy, 1720 |
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... Some dress , fome dance , fome play ; not to forget Your Piquet Parties , and your dear Baffet . Some Praife , fome Rail , fome Bow , and fome make Faces : Your Country Squires hunt Foxes , your Court , Places . The City too fills up ...
... Some dress , fome dance , fome play ; not to forget Your Piquet Parties , and your dear Baffet . Some Praife , fome Rail , fome Bow , and fome make Faces : Your Country Squires hunt Foxes , your Court , Places . The City too fills up ...
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... Some fweeter Matters will employ your Thinking ; With Nymphs Divine , writ on each Glass before ye , You'll be but little better for our Story . But fince the parting Hour , tho ' late , will come , And all of you , at least as I ...
... Some fweeter Matters will employ your Thinking ; With Nymphs Divine , writ on each Glass before ye , You'll be but little better for our Story . But fince the parting Hour , tho ' late , will come , And all of you , at least as I ...
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... Some Angel , in my Ethelinda's Form , Point out my Way to everlasting Happiness . Ofw . ' Tis wonderful indeed ; and yet great Souls , By Nature half divine , foar to the Stars , And hold a near Acquaintance with the Gods . And oh , my ...
... Some Angel , in my Ethelinda's Form , Point out my Way to everlasting Happiness . Ofw . ' Tis wonderful indeed ; and yet great Souls , By Nature half divine , foar to the Stars , And hold a near Acquaintance with the Gods . And oh , my ...
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... some screaming Sprite had fhriek'd , and call'd , Hengift , arife , to Morrow is thy last . Ari . A thousand speaking Griefs are in your Eyes , To tell the Rack within read it plain . But oh ! my King what Prophet could have dreamt B A ...
... some screaming Sprite had fhriek'd , and call'd , Hengift , arife , to Morrow is thy last . Ari . A thousand speaking Griefs are in your Eyes , To tell the Rack within read it plain . But oh ! my King what Prophet could have dreamt B A ...
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... Some Fiend from Hell Has fhed his Poison in your Royal Breast , And stung you with the gnawing Canker , Jealousy . But wherefore fhould I feek for Fiends from Hell , And trace the Malice of the Thought from far , Since the perfidious ...
... Some Fiend from Hell Has fhed his Poison in your Royal Breast , And stung you with the gnawing Canker , Jealousy . But wherefore fhould I feek for Fiends from Hell , And trace the Malice of the Thought from far , Since the perfidious ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Afide againſt Alic Aribert art thou behold Bite Bleffings Bofom Caufe Cler Clev cou'd Coufin Curfe dear Death Enter Ethel Ethelinda ev'n ev'ry Exeunt Eyes facred fafe fair Faith Fate fave feems felf fhall fhould fince fome fpeak Friend Friendly Friendſhip ftand ftill fuch fure fwear gentle Gloft Guards Guil Guilford Haft Haftings Hand Heart Heav'n Honour Jane Jane Shore juft King L. J. Gray Lady laft laſt Lord Lord Guilford Dudley Love Madam Maſter moft moſt muft muſt never o'er Offa Paffion Peace Pembroke Perfon Pinch Pleaſure Pow'r prefent Rage Reaſon reft rife Rodo Rodogune Royal Saxon SCENE Scrib Scribblefcrabble Seof Seofrid Servant ſhall ſhe Sir Tim Sir Timothy Sorrows Soul ſpeak Stale ſtill Suff tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe Thought thouſand truft vex'd whofe Wiſh Wo't thou wou'd wretched
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 12 - My all is thine; One common hazard shall attend us both, And both be fortunate or both be wretched: But let thy fearful, doubting heart be still, The saints and angels have thee in their charge, And all things shall be well.
Seite 45 - Tis but to close my eyes and shut out daylight — To view no more the wicked ways of men, No longer to behold the tyrant...
Seite 46 - Thy reason is grown wild. Could thy weak hand Bring on this mighty ruin? If it could, What have I done so grievous to thy soul, So deadly, so beyond the reach of pardon, That nothing but my life can make atonement?
Seite 25 - So when the spring renews the flow'ry field, And warns the pregnant nightingale to build, She seeks the safest shelter of the wood, Where she may trust her little tuneful brood, Where no rude swains her shady cell may know, No serpents climb, nor blasting winds may blow; Fond of the chosen place, she views it o'er, Sits there and wanders through the grove no more.
Seite 47 - O cruel Hastings, leave me thus! Hear me, I beg thee— I conjure thee, hear me! While with an agonizing heart, I swear By all the pangs I feel, by all the sorrows, The terrors and despair thy loss shall give me, My hate was on my rival bent alone. Oh! had I once divin'd, false as thou art, A danger to thy life, I would have died, I would have met it for thee, and made bare...
Seite 47 - Beset my anxious heart : and yet, as if The burthen were too little, I have added The weight of all thy cares ; and, like the miser, Increase of wealth has made me but more wretched. " The morning light seems not to rise as usual, " It draws not to me, like my virgin days, " But brings new thoughts and other fears upon me;" I tremble, and my anxious heart is pain'd, Lest aught but good shou'd happen to my Guilford.
Seite 38 - On this your grievance: and though some there are, Nay, and those great ones too, who would enforce The rigour of our power to afflict you, And bear a heavy hand, yet fear not you, We've ta'en you to our favour; our protection Shall stand between, and shield you from mishap.
Seite 51 - Where art thou now, thou partner of my cares? [Turning to GUILFORD. Come to my aid, and help to bear this...