The orphan. The history and fall of Caius Marius. Venice preserv'd. Poems and lettersC. Hitch and L. Hawes, 1757 |
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40. oldal
... Thefe little Quarrels Love must needs forgive , They roufe up drowfy Thoughts , and wake my Soul . Oh ! charm me with the Music of thy Tongue ; I'm ne'er fo bleft as when I hear thy Vows , And liften to the Language of thy Heart ...
... Thefe little Quarrels Love must needs forgive , They roufe up drowfy Thoughts , and wake my Soul . Oh ! charm me with the Music of thy Tongue ; I'm ne'er fo bleft as when I hear thy Vows , And liften to the Language of thy Heart ...
67. oldal
... thefe Disorders . Good - day to thee , Monimia - I'll to Chapel . [ Ex . Acaf ΜΟΝΙΜΙΑ . I'll but difpatch fome Orders to my Woman , And wait upon your Lordship there . I fear the Prieft has play'd us falfe ; if fo , My poor Caftalio ...
... thefe Disorders . Good - day to thee , Monimia - I'll to Chapel . [ Ex . Acaf ΜΟΝΙΜΙΑ . I'll but difpatch fome Orders to my Woman , And wait upon your Lordship there . I fear the Prieft has play'd us falfe ; if fo , My poor Caftalio ...
73. oldal
... thefe unregarded Locks Matted like Furies Treffes ; my poor Limbs Chain'd to the Ground , and ' ftead of the Delights Which happy Lovers tafte , my Keeper's Stripes , A Bed of Straw , and a coarse wooden Dish Of wretched Suftenance ...
... thefe unregarded Locks Matted like Furies Treffes ; my poor Limbs Chain'd to the Ground , and ' ftead of the Delights Which happy Lovers tafte , my Keeper's Stripes , A Bed of Straw , and a coarse wooden Dish Of wretched Suftenance ...
80. oldal
... Thefe Tears , and all these Languishings are paid ! I am no Stanger to your dearest Secret ; I know your Heart was never meant for me . That Jewel's for an elder Brother's Price . My Lord ! MONIMIA . POLYDORE . Nay , wonder not ; last ...
... Thefe Tears , and all these Languishings are paid ! I am no Stanger to your dearest Secret ; I know your Heart was never meant for me . That Jewel's for an elder Brother's Price . My Lord ! MONIMIA . POLYDORE . Nay , wonder not ; last ...
90. oldal
... thefe Arms- CHAMONT . Has not been wrong'd . CASTALIO . It shall not . CHAMON T. No , nor shall Monimia , though a helpless Orphan , deftitute Of Friends and Fortune , though th ' unhappy Sifter Of poor Chamont , whofe Sword is all his ...
... thefe Arms- CHAMONT . Has not been wrong'd . CASTALIO . It shall not . CHAMON T. No , nor shall Monimia , though a helpless Orphan , deftitute Of Friends and Fortune , though th ' unhappy Sifter Of poor Chamont , whofe Sword is all his ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
ACASTO ALIO ANCHARIUS AQUILINA Arms art thou Becauſe BELVIDER BELVIDERA Bleffing bleft Bofom Breaft Brother CAIUS MARIUS CASTALIO Caufe Cauſe CHAMONT CINNA Curfe curft Dagger dear Defire e'er Enter Exeunt Exit Eyes fafe falfe Fate Father Fears fhall firft firſt fome Fool Fortune Friend ftill fuch fure Gods GRANIUS Happineſs Heart Heav'n himſelf honeft Honour Houſe JAFFEIR juft Juftice juſt laft laſt LAVINIA loft Lord lov'd Love MARIUS Junior METELLUS Miſchief moft Monimia moſt muft muſt myſelf Nacky ne'er never Night NURSE paſt Peace PIERRE Pity pleaſe Pleaſure POLYDORE Pow'r pr'ythee PRIULI Reft RENAULT Rome Senate SERINA ſhall ſhe ſhould Slave Sorrows Soul ſpeak ſtill SULPITIUS Sylla Tears tell thee thefe there's theſe thofe thoſe thou art thought truft Twas twill us'd Villain Virtue Whilft whofe wilt Wiſhes wretched wrong'd ΜΟΝΙΜΙΑ
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239. oldal - Ohy woman! lovely woman! nature made thee .To temper man : we had been brutes without you. Angels are painted fair, to look like you : There's in you all that we believe of Heaven, Amazing brightness, purity, and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
173. oldal - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: Night's candles are burnt out...
164. oldal - Give me my Romeo: and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
240. oldal - God, and watch thee till the morning. Jaff. Hear this, you Heavens, and wonder how you made her! Reign, reign, ye monarchs that divide the world, Busy rebellion ne'er will let you know Tranquillity and happiness like mine; Like gaudy ships, the obsequious billows fall And rise again, to lift you in your pride; They wait but for a storm and then devour you...
146. oldal - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
230. oldal - I that thief, the doer of such wrongs As you upbraid me with, what hinders me But I might send her back to you with contumely, And court my fortune where she would be kinder ? Pri.
238. oldal - Lead me, lead me, my virgins! To that kind voice. My lord, my love, my refuge! Happy my eyes, when they behold thy face: My heavy heart will leave its doleful beating At sight of thee, and bound with sprightful joys.
69. oldal - tis in my head ; 'tis in my heart, Tis every where ; it rages like a madness ; And I most wonder how my reason holds ; Nay, wonder not, Monimia : the slave You thought you had secur'd within my breast, Is grown a rebel, and has broke his chain, And now he walks there like a lord at large.
238. oldal - Does this appear like change, or love decaying, When thus I throw myself into thy bosom With all the resolution of a strong truth?
132. oldal - Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear; at which he starts, and wakes; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.