The Works Of The Author Of The Night-Thoughts: In Three Volumes, Том 2J. Dodsley, C. Dilly, T. Cadell ... [and 10 others], 1792 - 339 страница |
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... mortal pleasures ; But mingles pangs and madnefs in the bowl . Enter ZANGA . ZANGA . Manuel , my lord , returning from the port , On bufinefs , both of moment and of haste , Humbly begs leave to speak in private with you . CARLOS ...
... mortal pleasures ; But mingles pangs and madnefs in the bowl . Enter ZANGA . ZANGA . Manuel , my lord , returning from the port , On bufinefs , both of moment and of haste , Humbly begs leave to speak in private with you . CARLOS ...
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... mortal pangs , By hatred and contempt : I fhould despise her ; And all my love - bred agonies would vanish . ZANGA . Ah ! were I fure of that , my lord- ALONZO . ZANGA . What then ? You should not hazard life to gain the secret . ALONZO ...
... mortal pangs , By hatred and contempt : I fhould despise her ; And all my love - bred agonies would vanish . ZANGA . Ah ! were I fure of that , my lord- ALONZO . ZANGA . What then ? You should not hazard life to gain the secret . ALONZO ...
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... mortal hand . ALONZO . ZANGA . O villain ! villain ! [ Shewing a dagger . ] All ftrife is vain . ALONZO . Is thus my love return'd ? Is this my recompence ? Make friends of tigers ! Lay not your young , O mothers , on the breast , For ...
... mortal hand . ALONZO . ZANGA . O villain ! villain ! [ Shewing a dagger . ] All ftrife is vain . ALONZO . Is thus my love return'd ? Is this my recompence ? Make friends of tigers ! Lay not your young , O mothers , on the breast , For ...
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... mortal man ? CURTIUS . I know his public character . POSTHUMIUS . It pains me To turn my thoughts on his domestic state : There Philip is no God ; but pours his heart , In ceafelefs groans , o'er his contending fons ; And pays the ...
... mortal man ? CURTIUS . I know his public character . POSTHUMIUS . It pains me To turn my thoughts on his domestic state : There Philip is no God ; but pours his heart , In ceafelefs groans , o'er his contending fons ; And pays the ...
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... mortal rage ; Then , of inviting me ( ftill blacker guilt ! ) To smiling death in an invenom❜d bowl ; And , laft , that , both these failing , mad with rage , He threw his schemes of baffled art afide , And with arm'd men avow'dly ...
... mortal rage ; Then , of inviting me ( ftill blacker guilt ! ) To smiling death in an invenom❜d bowl ; And , laft , that , both these failing , mad with rage , He threw his schemes of baffled art afide , And with arm'd men avow'dly ...
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Afide againſt ALONZO angels ANTIGONUS art thou aſk Becauſe bleft blifs bliſs blood bofom breaſt brother cauſe dæmon darkneſs death DEMETRIUS deſpair divine doft Don Carlos dreadful duft DYMAS earth ERIXENE eternal Ev'n ev'ry facred fame fate father fhall figh fight fince firſt fmiles foft fome fong fons foon forrow foul friendſhip ftill ftrike fuch fure give glory gods grave groan guilt happineſs heart heav'n himſelf immortal juft KING laſt lefs LEONORA loft lord LORENZO Macedon moft moſt muft muſt myſelf nature nature's ne'er night o'er paffion pain peace PERICLES PERSEUS pleaſure POSTHUMIUS pow'r praiſe raiſe reaſon rife Rome ſcene ſhall ſhe ſhould ſkies ſmile ſpeak ſtill ſuch tears thee theſe thine thoſe thou thought thouſand Thrace thro throne tranſport tremble vengeance virtue whoſe wife wiſdom wiſh wounds wretched ZANGA
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Страница 204 - ... immortal. All men think all men mortal but themselves ; Themselves, when some alarming shock of Fate Strikes through their wounded hearts the sudden dread : But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close; where past the shaft no trace is found.
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