Jones's British Theatre, Band 4Chambers, 1795 |
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... facred urn The ashes of my hero lie inclof'd ; The dear remains , which I have fav'd from Troy ; There let me weep , there fummon to my aid , With pious rites , my Hector's awful shade ; Let C 2 ACT III . 51 THE DISTREST MOTHER . "Let ...
... facred urn The ashes of my hero lie inclof'd ; The dear remains , which I have fav'd from Troy ; There let me weep , there fummon to my aid , With pious rites , my Hector's awful shade ; Let C 2 ACT III . 51 THE DISTREST MOTHER . "Let ...
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... What may these words , fo full of horror , mean ? Andr . Know then the fecret purpose of my foul : Andromache will not be falfe to Pyrrhus , Nor violate her facred love to Hector . This hour ACT IV . 63 THE DISTREST MOTHER .
... What may these words , fo full of horror , mean ? Andr . Know then the fecret purpose of my foul : Andromache will not be falfe to Pyrrhus , Nor violate her facred love to Hector . This hour ACT IV . 63 THE DISTREST MOTHER .
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William Jones. Nor violate her facred love to Hector . This hour Il meet the king , the holy prieft Shal ini us , and confirm our mutual vows : This wil . fecure a father to my child : That done , I have no further ule for life : This ...
William Jones. Nor violate her facred love to Hector . This hour Il meet the king , the holy prieft Shal ini us , and confirm our mutual vows : This wil . fecure a father to my child : That done , I have no further ule for life : This ...
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... facred fife's enliv'ning found , Through gazing crowds in folemn ftate proceeds , And dreft in fatal pomp magnificently bleeds . [ Exeunt . ACT V. SCENE I. HERMIONE alone . WHAT have I done ? Where am I ? Where is Pyrrhus ? Ye gods ...
... facred fife's enliv'ning found , Through gazing crowds in folemn ftate proceeds , And dreft in fatal pomp magnificently bleeds . [ Exeunt . ACT V. SCENE I. HERMIONE alone . WHAT have I done ? Where am I ? Where is Pyrrhus ? Ye gods ...
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... facred and profane , be broken down ; Gods in their temples , kings upon their thrones , Are not in fafety , while Oreftes lives . Oh , never more fhall my torn mind be heal'd , Nor tafte the gentle comforts of repofe ! ; A dreadful ...
... facred and profane , be broken down ; Gods in their temples , kings upon their thrones , Are not in fafety , while Oreftes lives . Oh , never more fhall my torn mind be heal'd , Nor tafte the gentle comforts of repofe ! ; A dreadful ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Aftyanax againſt Alic AMBROSE PHILIPS Andr Andromache Anna arms bofom brave breaft Burleigh caufe cauſe Ceph Cephifa Child Maurice Cleone counfel curfe death defpair doft thou Douglas dreadful Effex Enter Epirus Exeunt Exit eyes facred falfe fame fate father fave fcorn fear fecret feems fhall fhame fhould fince flain foes fome foon forrows foul fpirit ftand ftill fuch fword Glen Glenalvon Gloft goodneſs Greece Greeks grief Haft Haftings hate heart Heav'n Hector Hermione himſelf honeft honour huſband JANE SHORE juft king Lady laft lord lov'd madam malice moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble Norval Nottingham o'er Oreft paffion pity pleaſure prefence preferve prince purpoſe Pylades Pyrrhus queen rage Randolph refentment reft rife royal ſhall ſhe Southampton ſpeak ſtill tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thought whofe wiſh wretch yourſelf
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 104 - They turn'd upon him: but his active arm Struck to the ground, from whence they rose no more, The fiercest two; the others fled amain, And left him master of the bloody field. Speak, Lady Randolph : upon Beauty's tongue Dwell accents pleasing to the brave and bold. Speak, noble dame, and thank him for thy lord.
Seite 11 - Thou saw'st it in its birth and in its progress ; And when at last the hoary king, her father, Great Menelaus, gave away his daughter, His lovely daughter, to the happy Pyrrhus, Th...
Seite 181 - And dost thou know me? Slave! DUM. Yes, thou proud lord! I know thee well, know thee with each advantage Which wealth, or power, or noble birth can give thee. I know thee, too, for one who stains those honours, And blots a long illustrious line of ancestry, By poorly daring thus to wrong a woman.
Seite 164 - How few, like thee, inquire the wretched out, And court the offices of soft Humanity ? Like thee reserve their raiment for the naked, Reach out their bread to feed the crying orphan, Or mix their pitying tears with those that weep ? Thy praise deserves a better tongue than mine, To speak and bless thy name.
Seite 205 - Supply the place of time and preparation, And arm me for the blow. Tis but to die; 'Tis but to venture on that common hazard Which many a time in battle I have run; 'Tis but to do what, at that very moment, In many nations of the peopled earth, A thousand and a thousand shall do with me...
Seite 120 - Tis that I mean : There dwells a man of venerable age, Who in my father's service spent his youth : Tell him I sent thee, and with him remain, Till I shall call upon thee to declare, Before the king and nobles, what thou now To me hast told. No more but this, and thou Shalt live in honour all thy future days...
Seite 122 - To any likeness my so sudden favour: But now I long to see his face again, Examine every feature, and find out The lineaments of DOUGLAS, or my own. But most of all I long to let him know Who his true parents are, to clasp his neck, And tell him all the story of his father. ANNA With wary caution you must bear yourself In public, lest your tenderness break forth, And in observers stir conjectures strange.
Seite 116 - One stormy night, as I remember well, The wind and rain beat hard upon our roof: Red came the river down, and loud and oft The angry spirit of the water shriek'd.
Seite 223 - And yet thy Goodness turns aside to Pity me ! Alas! There may be danger, get thee gone! Let me not pull a Ruin on thy Head ! Leave me to die alone, for I am fall'n Never to rise, and all Relief is vain.
Seite 111 - Thy virtue awes me. First of womankind! Permit me yet to say, that the fond man Whom love transports beyond strict virtue's bounds, If he is brought by love to misery, In fortune ruin'd, as in mind forlorn, Unpitied cannot be. Pity's the alms Which...