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Alphonſo Altamont arms bear behold Belvidera blood cauſe Chriſtian cruel dare dead dear death earth Enter Exit eyes face fair faith fall falſe fatal fate father fear firſt follow fortune give Gons grief guards hand happy haſt hate hear heart Heav'n hold honour hope hour I'll Jaffier juſt kind King laſt leave light live loft look lord Loth mean meet mind moſt mourn muſt myſelf nature never night noble once peace Pier pity poor rage revenge ruin ſay ſee ſhall ſhame ſhe ſhould ſlave ſome ſoul ſpeak ſtill ſuch tears tell thee theſe thing thoſe thou art thought truth turn Twas villain virtue wait weep whoſe wiſh wretch wrong Zara
31. 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 chilness to my trembling heart.
28. 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.
77. oldal - The stern, the rigid judge has been obey'd ; NOW nature, and the father, claim their turns. I've held the balance with an iron hand, And put off ev'ry tender human thought, To doom my child to death ; but spare my eyes The most unnatural sight, lest their strings crack, My old brain split, and I grow mad with horror.
31. oldal - That's my wish too: For then, my Pierre, I might have cause with pleasure To play the hypocrite. Oh! how I could weep Over the dying dotard, and kiss him too, In hopes to smother him quite; then, when the time Was come to pay my sorrows at his funeral, For he has already made me heir to treasures, Would make me out-act a real widow's whining...
17. oldal - A sterile fortune and a barren bed Attend you both : continual discord make Your days and nights bitter, and grievous still ! May the hard hand of a vexatious need Oppress and grind you ; till at last you find The curse of disobedience all your portion.
86. 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.
55. oldal - My life, my health, my liberty, my all! How shall I welcome thee to this sad place? How speak to thee the words of joy and transport? How run into thy arms •withheld by fetters ? Or take thee into mine, while I'm thus manacled And pinion'd like a thief or murderer...
88. oldal - No, I'll esteem it as a friend's last legacy ; Treasure it up within this wretched bosom, Where it may grow acquainted with my heart, That when they meet they start not from each other. So, now for thinking. A blow...