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... voice , and I obey.- Oh , how I laugh at all that this can do ! [ Shewing the dagger . The wounds that pained , the wounds that mur- dered me , Were given before ; I am already dead ; This only marks my body for the grave . [ Stabs ...
... voice , and I obey.- Oh , how I laugh at all that this can do ! [ Shewing the dagger . The wounds that pained , the wounds that mur- dered me , Were given before ; I am already dead ; This only marks my body for the grave . [ Stabs ...
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... voice Of Cæsar , and the senate . Nar . This blest day In latest annals shall distinguish'd shine , Sacred to majesty , and dear to love : The same which saw the royal lovers march In nuptial pomp , revolving , now restores Herod to ...
... voice Of Cæsar , and the senate . Nar . This blest day In latest annals shall distinguish'd shine , Sacred to majesty , and dear to love : The same which saw the royal lovers march In nuptial pomp , revolving , now restores Herod to ...
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... voice the same ! Nar . You're lost in admiration and surprise : Reveal the cause . Fla . Oh , sir ! -- I once was blest With such a lovely object of my flame ! Beauty and goodness in her heav'nly form Held equal empire ; oh ! Nar . What ...
... voice the same ! Nar . You're lost in admiration and surprise : Reveal the cause . Fla . Oh , sir ! -- I once was blest With such a lovely object of my flame ! Beauty and goodness in her heav'nly form Held equal empire ; oh ! Nar . What ...
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... voice of war Call'd you to distant camps ! - Her . If ev'ry star Contain❜d a golden world , and bounteous heav'n Would make me lord of all , I'd not forsake My Mariamne , to receive the boon . The blaze of glory , whose deluding light ...
... voice of war Call'd you to distant camps ! - Her . If ev'ry star Contain❜d a golden world , and bounteous heav'n Would make me lord of all , I'd not forsake My Mariamne , to receive the boon . The blaze of glory , whose deluding light ...
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... voice , And the short years were lost in dear delight ! But when her charms are silent , dismal change ! Slow , sullen time on raven wings will fly , Heavy and black ! around you then you'll see Your son , your nobles , and domestics ...
... voice , And the short years were lost in dear delight ! But when her charms are silent , dismal change ! Slow , sullen time on raven wings will fly , Heavy and black ! around you then you'll see Your son , your nobles , and domestics ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Alic Arden arms Arsi ARSINOE art thou Arvida Athelwold Barn behold bless blood bosom breast brother Cali Char charms crime Crist Cristina cruel curse dæmon dare dear death Demetrius dost thou dreadful Dumnorix Dymas e'er Elfrida ELIDURUS Enob Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith fame fate father fear give Glan grief guilt Gust Gustavus hand happy hath hear heart Heaven honour hope Horatia horror innocence Irene king Lady live look lord Lucy Macedon madam Mandane Mariamne mercy murder ne'er never o'er pain Palmira passion peace Perseus pity prince queen rage Rome ruin Sameas SCENE Selim shame slave smiles soul speak Stuke sword tears tell thee thine Thor thou art thought throne Timur tremble Twas tyrant vengeance Venusia virtue weep Wilm woes wretch youth Zamti Zaph Zara
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 566 - I do not think my sister so to seek, Or so unprincipled in virtue's book, And the sweet peace that goodness bosoms ever, As that the single want of light and noise (Not being in danger, as I trust she is not) Could stir the constant mood of her calm thoughts, And put them into misbecoming plight.
Seite 570 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Seite 564 - My best guide now : methought it was the sound Of riot and ill-managed merriment, Such as the jocund flute, or gamesome pipe, Stirs up among the loose unletter'd hinds, When, for their teeming flocks, and granges full, In wanton dance they praise the bounteous Pan, And thank the gods amiss.
Seite 563 - The star that bids the shepherd fold Now the top of heaven doth hold ; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream ; And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole ; Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east.
Seite 569 - I was all ear, !(« And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death.
Seite 570 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe...
Seite 574 - Hours Thither all their bounties bring. There eternal Summer dwells, And west winds with musky wing About the cedarn alleys fling Nard and cassia's balmy smells.
Seite 565 - Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots ; Their port was more than human, as they stood : I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i
Seite 572 - Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, Covering the earth with odours, fruits and flocks, Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable, But all to please, and sate the curious taste...
Seite 565 - And yet is most pretended : in a place Less warranted than this, or less secure, I cannot be, that I should fear to change it. Eye me, blest Providence, and square my trial To my proportioned strength ! Shepherd, lead on.