The Modern British Drama: In Five Volumes, 1. kötetWilliam Miller, 1811 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 100 találatból.
2. oldal
... sweet thyme true . Primrose , first - born child of Ver , Merry spring - time's harbinger , With her bells dim ; Oxlips in their cradles growing , Marigolds on death - beds blowing , Lark - heels trim . All dear Nature's children sweet ...
... sweet thyme true . Primrose , first - born child of Ver , Merry spring - time's harbinger , With her bells dim ; Oxlips in their cradles growing , Marigolds on death - beds blowing , Lark - heels trim . All dear Nature's children sweet ...
8. oldal
... sweet a rebuke , that I could wish M - self a sigh to be so chid , or at least A sigher to be comforted . Wooer . I ne'er saw ' em . | And , as an east wind , leave them all behind us Like lazy clouds , whilst Palamon and Arcite , Ev'n ...
... sweet a rebuke , that I could wish M - self a sigh to be so chid , or at least A sigher to be comforted . Wooer . I ne'er saw ' em . | And , as an east wind , leave them all behind us Like lazy clouds , whilst Palamon and Arcite , Ev'n ...
13. oldal
... Sweet , you must be ready ; And you , Emilia ; and you , friend ; and all ; To - morrow , by the sun , to do observance To flow'ry May , in Dian's wood . Wait well , sir , Upon your mistress ! Emily , I hope He shall not go afoot . Emi ...
... Sweet , you must be ready ; And you , Emilia ; and you , friend ; and all ; To - morrow , by the sun , to do observance To flow'ry May , in Dian's wood . Wait well , sir , Upon your mistress ! Emily , I hope He shall not go afoot . Emi ...
16. oldal
... sweet cousin . What is this ? Arc . Venison . Pal . ' Tis a lusty meat . Give me more wine : Here , Arcite , to the wenches We have known in our days ! The lord - steward's daughter ; Do you remember her ? Arc . After you , coz . Pal ...
... sweet cousin . What is this ? Arc . Venison . Pal . ' Tis a lusty meat . Give me more wine : Here , Arcite , to the wenches We have known in our days ! The lord - steward's daughter ; Do you remember her ? Arc . After you , coz . Pal ...
17. oldal
... Thou doughty duke , all hail ! all hail , sweet ladies ! Thes . This is a cold beginning . Ger . If you but favour , our country pastime made is . B We are a few of those collected here , That & FLETCHER . ] 17 THE TWO NOBLE KINSMEN .
... Thou doughty duke , all hail ! all hail , sweet ladies ! Thes . This is a cold beginning . Ger . If you but favour , our country pastime made is . B We are a few of those collected here , That & FLETCHER . ] 17 THE TWO NOBLE KINSMEN .
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Acast Amin arms art thou Bacurius BAJAZET Bessus bless blood brave brother Brun Cæsar Cast Castalio Char Cleo Cleon Cleora curse dare Daugh dear death Dion Diph DIPHILUS dost thou Enter Euphrania Evad Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fate father fear fool forgive fortune give gods grief hand happy hath hear heart Heaven Hengo honour hope king kiss lady leave Leost Leosthenes live look lord Lysimachus madam Marcian Mardonius Monimia ne'er Nennius never night noble o'er OROONOKO peace Philaster Photinus pity Pompey poor pray prince Ptol Pulcheria queen revenge ruin SCENE shew sister slave soldier sorrow soul speak sure swear sweet sword Tamerlane tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Twas twill Vent virtue weep woman wretched wrong
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518. oldal - Looking tranquillity ! It strikes an awe 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.
454. oldal - Burthensome to itself, a few years longer, To lose it, may be, at last in a lewd quarrel For some new friend, treacherous and false as thou art ! No, this vile world and I have long been jangling, And cannot part on better terms than now, When only men like thee are fit to live in't.
8. oldal - Palamon, unmarried ; •The sweet embraces of a loving wife, •Loaden with kisses, arm'd with thousand Cupids, •Shall never clasp our necks ; no issue know us, •No figures of ourselves shall we e'er see, •To glad our age, and like young eagles teach 'em •Boldly to gaze against bright arms, and say * Remember what your fathers were, and conquer...
340. oldal - Vent. Are you Antony ? I'm liker what I was, than you to him I left you last. Ant. I'm angry. Vent. So am I.
416. oldal - ... with age grown double, Picking dry sticks, and mumbling to herself. Her eyes with scalding rheum were gall'd and red ; Cold palsy shook her head ; her hands...
125. oldal - A wilful fault, think me not past all hope For once. What master holds so strict a hand Over his boy, that he will part with him Without one warning? Let me be corrected To break my stubbornness, if it be so, Rather than turn me off; and I shall mend. PHI. Thy love doth plead so prettily to stay, That, trust me, I could weep to part with thee.
8. oldal - The fair-eyed maids shall weep our banishments, And in their songs curse ever-blinded Fortune, Till she for shame see what a wrong she has done To youth and nature. This is all our world : We shall know nothing here, but one another ; Hear nothing, but the clock that tells our woes. The vine shall grow, but we shall never see it : Summer shall come, and with her all delights, But dead-cold winter must inhabit here still.
132. oldal - em false as were my hopes, I cannot urge thee further. But thou wert To blame to injure me, for I must love Thy honest looks, and take no revenge upon Thy tender youth : a love from me to thee Is firm, whate'er thou dost : it troubles me That I have called the blood out of thy cheeks, That did so well become thee.
359. oldal - I'll never strive against it; but die pleased, To think you once were mine. Ant. Good heaven, they weep at parting ! Must I weep too ? That calls them innocent. I must not weep; and yet I must, to think That I must not forgive. — Live, but live wretched; 'tis but just you should, Who made me so. Live from each other's sight: Let me not hear you meet: set all the earth, And all the seas, betwixt your sundered loves : View nothing common but the sun and skies.
353. oldal - Men are but Children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain ; And yet the Soul, shut up in her dark room, Viewing so clear abroad, at home sees nothing ; But, like a Mole in Earth...