The London Theatre: A Collection of the Most Celebrated Dramatic Pieces, 8. kötetWhittingham and Arliss, 1815 |
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10. oldal
... fear " Twill urge his wrath , to see you drown'd in tears , When joy appears in ev'ry other face . Alm . And joy he brings to ev'ry other heart , But double , double weight of woe to mine : For with him Garcia comes - Garcia , to whom I ...
... fear " Twill urge his wrath , to see you drown'd in tears , When joy appears in ev'ry other face . Alm . And joy he brings to ev'ry other heart , But double , double weight of woe to mine : For with him Garcia comes - Garcia , to whom I ...
11. oldal
... fear some fatal resolution . Alm . No , on my life , my faith , I mean no ill , Nor violence.- I feel myself more light , And more at large since I have made this vow . Perhaps I would repeat it there more solemnly . " Tis that , or ...
... fear some fatal resolution . Alm . No , on my life , my faith , I mean no ill , Nor violence.- I feel myself more light , And more at large since I have made this vow . Perhaps I would repeat it there more solemnly . " Tis that , or ...
14. oldal
... fear . How is't , Almeria ? Alm . A sudden chillness seizes on my spirits . Your leave , sir , to retire . King . Garcia , conduct her . Garcia leads Almeria to the Door , and returns . This idle vow hangs on her woman's fears . I'll ...
... fear . How is't , Almeria ? Alm . A sudden chillness seizes on my spirits . Your leave , sir , to retire . King . Garcia , conduct her . Garcia leads Almeria to the Door , and returns . This idle vow hangs on her woman's fears . I'll ...
18. oldal
... fear , or else some transient wind Whistling through hollows of this vaulted aisle . We'll listen- Leon . Hark ! Alm . No , all is hush'd , and still as death - ' tis dread- ful ! How rev'rend is the face of this tall pile , Whose ...
... fear , or else some transient wind Whistling through hollows of this vaulted aisle . We'll listen- Leon . Hark ! Alm . No , all is hush'd , and still as death - ' tis dread- ful ! How rev'rend is the face of this tall pile , Whose ...
19. oldal
... fears , but cannot add to that . No , I will on ; show me Anselmo's tomb ; Lead me o'er bones and skulls , and mouldering earth Of human bodies , for I'll mix with them ; Or wind me in the shroud of some pale corse Yet green in earth ...
... fears , but cannot add to that . No , I will on ; show me Anselmo's tomb ; Lead me o'er bones and skulls , and mouldering earth Of human bodies , for I'll mix with them ; Or wind me in the shroud of some pale corse Yet green in earth ...
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Aboan Acas Alcanor Almeria Alphonso arms behold Blandford blood breast Capt Castalio Cham Chamont Char Chiswick Covent Garden Daph dear death dost thou Enter Etan ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes fate father fear Fred Frib give Greg grief Hamet hand happy hear heart heaven honour horror husband Imoinda James king Lackitt Lappet Lieut live look lord Lucy madam Mahomet Mandane marry Mecca Mirvan Monimia Morat Mysis ne'er never Nysa o'er Octar Oroo Oroonoko Osmyn Palmira Polydore pow'r pray Puff rage Re-enter SCENE slave soul speak Stan STANMORE sure sword tears tell thee There's thing THOMAS DIBDIN thou art thou hast thought thousand guineas Timurkan tyrant virtue vows Weldon what's WHITTINGHAM Widow Widow L wife woman wretch wrong'd Zamti Zaph Zaphimri Zaphna Zara Zuph
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19. oldal - Which served to keep her carcase from the cold : So there was nothing of a piece about her. Her lower weeds were all o'er coarsely patch'd , With diff'rent colour'd rags, black, red, white, yellow, And seem'd to speak variety of wretchedness.
29. oldal - Almeria could -Revive, or raise, my people's voice has waken'd. 0 my Antonio, I am all on fire, My soul is up in arms, ready to charge And bear amidst the foe with conqu'ring troops. 1 hear 'em...
18. oldal - And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice, Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
41. oldal - Had nipp'd ; and with a careful, loving hand, Transplanted her into your own fair garden, Where the sun always shines: there long she...
11. oldal - Chariots of war, adorn'd with glittering gems, Succeed ; and next, a hundred neighing steeds, White as the fleecy rain on Alpine hills ; That bound, and foam, and champ the golden bit, As they disdain'd the victory they grace.
20. oldal - Oh, speak, Speak to it quickly, quickly; speak to me, Comfort me, help me, hold me, hide me, hide me, Leonora, in thy bosom, from the light, : And from my eyes ! Osm.
12. oldal - Tag. Not directly, perhaps; but I may be the means of helping you to it; as for example If you should not like to marry the old man your aunt designs for you, one may find a way to break
20. oldal - Let me not stir, nor breathe, lest I dissolve That tender, lovely form of painted air, So like Almeria. Ha! it sinks, it falls; I'll catch it ere it goes, and grasp her shade. Tislife! 'tis warm! 'tis she! 'tis she herself ! Nor dead nor shade, but breathing and alive!
45. oldal - Couldst thou be Happy, with such a weight upon thy soul? Pol. It may be yet a secret : I'll go try To reconcile and bring Castalio to thee ; Whilst from the world I take myself away, And waste my life in penance for my sin.