The Works of the Author of The Night-thoughts, Том 2J. Cundee, 1802 |
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... grave of Africa , Such numbers fell ; and the survivors fled As frighted passengers from off the strand , When the tempestuous sea comes roaring on them . ALONZO . ' Twas Carlos conquer'd ; ' twas his cruel chains Inflam'd me to a rage ...
... grave of Africa , Such numbers fell ; and the survivors fled As frighted passengers from off the strand , When the tempestuous sea comes roaring on them . ALONZO . ' Twas Carlos conquer'd ; ' twas his cruel chains Inflam'd me to a rage ...
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... grave ? Ask my consent ! -Must I then give her to him ? Lead to his nuptial sheets the blushing maid ? O ! Leonora ! never , never , never ! ZANGA . [ Aside . ] A storm of plagues upon him ! He refuses . CARLOS . What ! wed her ? —and ...
... grave ? Ask my consent ! -Must I then give her to him ? Lead to his nuptial sheets the blushing maid ? O ! Leonora ! never , never , never ! ZANGA . [ Aside . ] A storm of plagues upon him ! He refuses . CARLOS . What ! wed her ? —and ...
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... grave . But put it most severely - should I live ———— Live long - Alas ! there is no length in time ; Not in thy time , O man ! What's fourscore years ? Nay , what indeed the age of time itself , Since cut from out eternity's wide round ...
... grave . But put it most severely - should I live ———— Live long - Alas ! there is no length in time ; Not in thy time , O man ! What's fourscore years ? Nay , what indeed the age of time itself , Since cut from out eternity's wide round ...
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... when soon I heard A rustling in an arbour that was near me : I saw two lovers in each others arms , Embracing and embrac'd : Anon the man Arose ; and , falling back some paces from her , ALONZO . Go , dig her grave . ZANGA . A TRAGEDY . 63.
... when soon I heard A rustling in an arbour that was near me : I saw two lovers in each others arms , Embracing and embrac'd : Anon the man Arose ; and , falling back some paces from her , ALONZO . Go , dig her grave . ZANGA . A TRAGEDY . 63.
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Edward Young. ALONZO . Go , dig her grave . ZANGA . My lord ! ALONZO . But that her blood's too hot , I would carouse it Around my bridal - board . ZANGA . [ Aside . ] And I would pledge thee . ALONZO . But I may talk too fast . Pray let ...
Edward Young. ALONZO . Go , dig her grave . ZANGA . My lord ! ALONZO . But that her blood's too hot , I would carouse it Around my bridal - board . ZANGA . [ Aside . ] And I would pledge thee . ALONZO . But I may talk too fast . Pray let ...
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ALONZO Alvarez ambition angels ANTIGONUS art thou beneath bleeds blest bliss blood blood divine bosom brother call'd crime CURTIUS dæmons dare dark dead death DEMETRIUS deny'd despair divine Don Carlos dost dreadful dust DYMAS earth empire ERIXENE eternal Ev'n ev'ry Exit fair fate father fear flame fond fool gaze give glory gods good-natur'd grave grief groan guilt happiness hast hear heart heav'n hope hour human immortal ISABELLA KING LEONORA life's lord LORENZO mortal NARCISSA nature nature's ne'er night numbers o'er pain pangs passion peace PERICLES PERSEUS Philip POSTHUMIUS pow'r praise pride rage reason rise Rome scene shew sigh skies smile song soul speak stab sting strike tears thee theme thine thou thought Thrace Thracian thro throne tomb tremble triumph Twas vengeance virtue weep wing wisdom wise wounds wretched ZANGA
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Стр. 214 - tis madness to defer; Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life Procrastination is the thief of time ; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Стр. 232 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ; And ask them, what report they bore to heaven ; And how they might have borne more welcome news. Their answers form what men Experience call ; If Wisdom's friend, her best ; -if not, worst foe.
Стр. 203 - How much is to be done ! My hopes and fears Start up alarmed, and o'er life's narrow verge Look down — on what ? A fathomless abyss, A dread eternity, how surely mine ! And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour ? How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful is man...
Стр. 215 - Tis not in folly not to scorn a fool, And scarce in human wisdom to do more. All promise is poor dilatory man, And that through every stage. When young, indeed...
Стр. 206 - And is it in the flight of threescore years To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust? A soul immortal, spending all her fires, Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness, Thrown into tumult, raptured, or alarm'd At aught this scene can threaten or indulge, Resembles ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.
Стр. 202 - Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
Стр. 354 - Horrid with frost, and turbulent with storm, Blows autumn, and his golden fruits, away: Then melts into the spring : soft spring, with breath Favonian, from warm chambers of the south, Recalls the first. All, to re-flourish, fades ; As in a wheel, all sinks, to re-ascend. Emblems of man, who passes, not expires. With this minute distinction, emblems just, Nature revolves, but man advances ; both Eternal ; that a circle, this a line. That gravitates, this soars. Th' aspiring soul, Ardent, and tremulous,...
Стр. 255 - Smitten friends Are angels sent on errands full of love ; For us they languish, and for us they die...
Стр. 351 - Who lives to nature, rarely can be poor ; Who lives to fancy, never can be rich. Poor is the man in debt ; the man of gold, In debt to fortune, trembles at her power.
Стр. 205 - Life's theatre as yet is shut, and Death, Strong Death, alone can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And make us, embryos of existence, free.