The Tragedy of Jane Shore: Written in Imitation of Shakespear's Style. By N. Rowe EsqBernard Lintot and sold, 1736 - 68 Seiten |
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... Grief , and pining with Despair . Her waining Form no longer fhall incite Envy in Women , or Defire in Man . She never fees the Sun , but thro ' her Tears , And wakes to figh the live - long Night away . Gloft . Marry ! the Times are ...
... Grief , and pining with Despair . Her waining Form no longer fhall incite Envy in Women , or Defire in Man . She never fees the Sun , but thro ' her Tears , And wakes to figh the live - long Night away . Gloft . Marry ! the Times are ...
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... Grief befets her hard . Save you , fair Lady , The Bleffings of the chearful Morn be on you , And greet your Beauty with its opening Sweets . J.Sh. My gentle Neighbour ! your good Wishes still Pursue my hapless Fortunes : Ah ! good ...
... Grief befets her hard . Save you , fair Lady , The Bleffings of the chearful Morn be on you , And greet your Beauty with its opening Sweets . J.Sh. My gentle Neighbour ! your good Wishes still Pursue my hapless Fortunes : Ah ! good ...
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... Grief ! oh Shame ! -- my Husband . Dum . I knew him well -- but ftay this Flood of Anguish , The fenfeless Grave feels not your pious Sorrows ; Three Years and more nd more are past , fince I was bid , With many of our common Friends ...
... Grief ! oh Shame ! -- my Husband . Dum . I knew him well -- but ftay this Flood of Anguish , The fenfeless Grave feels not your pious Sorrows ; Three Years and more nd more are past , fince I was bid , With many of our common Friends ...
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... Grief , Could overtake the Hours fled far away , And make old Time come back ? 7. Sh . No , my Alicia , you thus ? Heaven and his Saints be witness to my Thoughts , There is no Hour of all my Life o'er - past , That I could wifh fhould ...
... Grief , Could overtake the Hours fled far away , And make old Time come back ? 7. Sh . No , my Alicia , you thus ? Heaven and his Saints be witness to my Thoughts , There is no Hour of all my Life o'er - past , That I could wifh fhould ...
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... Grief , lean - looking fallow Care , And pining Discontent , a rueful Train , Dwell on my Brow , all hideous and forlorn One only Shadow of a Hope is left me ; The noble - minded Hastings , of his Goodness , Has kindly underta'n to be ...
... Grief , lean - looking fallow Care , And pining Discontent , a rueful Train , Dwell on my Brow , all hideous and forlorn One only Shadow of a Hope is left me ; The noble - minded Hastings , of his Goodness , Has kindly underta'n to be ...
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Afide againſt Alic art thou Beauty behold Bell Bellmour BERNARD LINTOT blaft Bleffing Bofom Bound and Gilt caft Catesby Caufe Counfels Curfe Death Defpair Derb diftracted Ditto doft thou Duke of Glofter Duke of QUEENSBERRY Dumont e'er Edward's Enter Alicia Enter Jane Shore Ev'n ev'ry Exeunt fafe falfe fame fatal Beauties fcorn feek feem fhall fhould fince fome forfaken Friend ftand ftill fuch fure gentle give Gloft Goodneſs Grace Grief Guard Hand Heart Heav'n honeft Honour Infolence King laft leud Lord Haftings Lord Protector Love Mafter Mercy Miſeries moft moſt muft myſelf never noble o'er Paffion Peace Pity Pleaſure poor Pow'r prefent publick purſue Rage Ratcliffe Reafon reft Richard Ratcliffe rife Royal SCENE ſhall ſhe Sorrows Soul ſpeak ſtill Tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thro Truft vifit wait whofe Whoſe wou'd Wretch
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Seite 22 - 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 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 56 - Danc'd all the day before her, and at night Soft slumbers waited on her downy pillow — Now sad and shelterless, perhaps, she lies, Where piercing winds blow sharp, and the chill rain Drops from some pent-house on her wretched head, Drenches her locks, and kills her with the cold. It is too much Hence with her past offences, They are aton'd at full Why stay we, then ? Oh ! let us haste, my friend, and find her out.
Seite 49 - Here then exchange we mutually forgiveness : So may the guilt of all my broken vows, My perjuries to thee, be all forgotten, As here my soul acquits thee of my death, As here I part without one angry thought, As here I leave thee with the softest tenderness, Mourning the chance of our disastrous loves, And begging Heav'n to bless and to support thee.
Seite 10 - The hand of pow'r has seiz'd almost the whole Of what was left for needy life's support; Shortly thou wilt behold me poor, and kneeling Before thy charitable door for bread.
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 43 - tis said, there are, As such will still be prating, who presume To carp and cavil at his royal right ; Therefore, I hold it fitting, with the soonest, T' appoint the order of the coronation ; So to approve our duty to the king, And stay the babbling of such vain gainsayers. Der. We all attend to know your highness
Seite 58 - It was not always thus; the time has been When this unfriendly door that bars my passage, Flew wide, and almost leap'd from off its hinges To give me entrance here; when this good house Has pour'd forth all its dwellers to receive me; When my approach has made a little holiday, And ev'ry face was dress'd in smiles to meet me.