Dramatic Works, Band 3T. Fauncy, 1720 |
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... ev'ry Grace , That charms in Woman , or commands in Man ; Behold- -nor wonder then if Crowns are scorn'd ; And purple Majefty looks vile before thee . B 2 Ari . Ari . Oh ! whither , whither would you lead The Royal Convert . 27.
... ev'ry Grace , That charms in Woman , or commands in Man ; Behold- -nor wonder then if Crowns are scorn'd ; And purple Majefty looks vile before thee . B 2 Ari . Ari . Oh ! whither , whither would you lead The Royal Convert . 27.
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... ev'ry fecret Sorrow there . I love , my Aribert ; I doat to Death : The raging Flame has touch'd my Heart , my Brain , And Madness will enfue , Ari . ' Tis most unhappy ! But fay , what Roval Maid , or Saxon born , Or in the British ...
... ev'ry fecret Sorrow there . I love , my Aribert ; I doat to Death : The raging Flame has touch'd my Heart , my Brain , And Madness will enfue , Ari . ' Tis most unhappy ! But fay , what Roval Maid , or Saxon born , Or in the British ...
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... ev'ry Thought of Nature from my Soul A Brother ! I will rush and tear his Breast , Be drunk with gushing Blood , and glut my Vengeance With his inceftuous Heart . Seof . It is but juft You should be mov'd , for fure the Thought is ...
... ev'ry Thought of Nature from my Soul A Brother ! I will rush and tear his Breast , Be drunk with gushing Blood , and glut my Vengeance With his inceftuous Heart . Seof . It is but juft You should be mov'd , for fure the Thought is ...
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... ev'ry Object shocks my loathing Eyes , And calls my injur'd Glory to Remembrance ? The King ! the Wretch ; but wherefore did I name him ? } Find out , my Soul , in thy rich Store of Thought , Somewhat more Great , more Worthy of thy ...
... ev'ry Object shocks my loathing Eyes , And calls my injur'd Glory to Remembrance ? The King ! the Wretch ; but wherefore did I name him ? } Find out , my Soul , in thy rich Store of Thought , Somewhat more Great , more Worthy of thy ...
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... ev'ry Bar resistless will I rush , And , in despight of proud Tyrannick Pow'r , Seize and affert my Right . King . What thine ! thy Right ! Riddles and Tales , Ari . Mine by the dearest Tie , By holy Marriage mine , she is my Wife ...
... ev'ry Bar resistless will I rush , And , in despight of proud Tyrannick Pow'r , Seize and affert my Right . King . What thine ! thy Right ! Riddles and Tales , Ari . Mine by the dearest Tie , By holy Marriage mine , she is my Wife ...
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...