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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... behold a Monarch , Lovely , Renown'd , a Conqueror , and Young , Bound in our Chains , and fighing at our Feet ? J. Sh . ' Tis true , the Royal Edward was a Wonder , The goodly Pride of all our English Youth ; He was the very Joy of all ...
... behold a Monarch , Lovely , Renown'd , a Conqueror , and Young , Bound in our Chains , and fighing at our Feet ? J. Sh . ' Tis true , the Royal Edward was a Wonder , The goodly Pride of all our English Youth ; He was the very Joy of all ...
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... behold me poor , and kneeling Before thy charitable Door for Bread . Alic . Joy of my Life , my dearest Shore , forbear To wound my Heart with thy foreboding Sorrows , Raife thy fad Soul to better Hopes than these , Lift up thy Eyes ...
... behold me poor , and kneeling Before thy charitable Door for Bread . Alic . Joy of my Life , my dearest Shore , forbear To wound my Heart with thy foreboding Sorrows , Raife thy fad Soul to better Hopes than these , Lift up thy Eyes ...
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... behold my poor distracted Heart , Thus rent with agonizing Love and Rage , And ask me what it means ? Art thou not falfe P And I not fcorn'd , forfaken and abandon'd , Left , like a common Wretch , to Shame and Infamy , Giv'n up to be ...
... behold my poor distracted Heart , Thus rent with agonizing Love and Rage , And ask me what it means ? Art thou not falfe P And I not fcorn'd , forfaken and abandon'd , Left , like a common Wretch , to Shame and Infamy , Giv'n up to be ...
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... behold thee , and not speak of Love ? Ev'n now , thus fadly as thou ftand'st before me , Thus defolate , dejected , and forlorn , Thy Softness steals upon my yielding Senfes , ' Till my Soul faints , and fickens with Defires ; How canft ...
... behold thee , and not speak of Love ? Ev'n now , thus fadly as thou ftand'st before me , Thus defolate , dejected , and forlorn , Thy Softness steals upon my yielding Senfes , ' Till my Soul faints , and fickens with Defires ; How canft ...
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... behold her . Enter Jane Shore . J.Sh. Now whither fhall I fly , to find Relief ? What charitable Hand will aid me now ? Will stay my failing Steps , fupport my Ruins , And And heal my wounded Mind with balmy Comfort ? Oh 26 The TRAGEDY of.
... behold her . Enter Jane Shore . J.Sh. Now whither fhall I fly , to find Relief ? What charitable Hand will aid me now ? Will stay my failing Steps , fupport my Ruins , And And heal my wounded Mind with balmy Comfort ? Oh 26 The TRAGEDY of.
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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.