The dramatic works of Sir Edward Lytton Bulwer, bart. To which are added, three odes |
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... poor indeed was the artist who deigned to copy the life - like pheasant ! The true students grouped round the Correggio : it was the ideal and not the actual which taught them the majesty of art . The type of a nation is to be sought by ...
... poor indeed was the artist who deigned to copy the life - like pheasant ! The true students grouped round the Correggio : it was the ideal and not the actual which taught them the majesty of art . The type of a nation is to be sought by ...
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... poor dotard ! France is no more ! —her warriors are made slaves- Her women harlots ! -France was once a nation ; But nations die when honour rots away . Lo ! in our very hearths behold pollution ! Give us revenge , O Heaven ! Enter ...
... poor dotard ! France is no more ! —her warriors are made slaves- Her women harlots ! -France was once a nation ; But nations die when honour rots away . Lo ! in our very hearths behold pollution ! Give us revenge , O Heaven ! Enter ...
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... poor La Vallière - how does she endure The King's new passion ? LAUZUN . Scarce believes it yet ; I hope to day to banish that delusion . Since none are by , I'll venture on a secret : The King , desirous of a balm for conscience , And ...
... poor La Vallière - how does she endure The King's new passion ? LAUZUN . Scarce believes it yet ; I hope to day to banish that delusion . Since none are by , I'll venture on a secret : The King , desirous of a balm for conscience , And ...
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... poor simple girl , who loves her King , And honour more ! Forget , and do not scorn me ! [ Exit Mademoiselle de la Vallière . LOUIS . Her modest coyness fires me more than all Her half - unconscious and most virgin love . ( Enter Queen ...
... poor simple girl , who loves her King , And honour more ! Forget , and do not scorn me ! [ Exit Mademoiselle de la Vallière . LOUIS . Her modest coyness fires me more than all Her half - unconscious and most virgin love . ( Enter Queen ...
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... Poor fellow ! [ Exit Lauzun . SCENE II . Enter Mademoiselle de la Vallière . MADEMOISELLE DE LA VALLIÈRE . He loves me , then ! He loves me ! Love ! wild word ! Did I say love ? Dishonour , shame , and crime Dwell on the thought ! loves ...
... Poor fellow ! [ Exit Lauzun . SCENE II . Enter Mademoiselle de la Vallière . MADEMOISELLE DE LA VALLIÈRE . He loves me , then ! He loves me ! Love ! wild word ! Did I say love ? Dishonour , shame , and crime Dwell on the thought ! loves ...
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BARADAS BEAUSEANT beauty BERINGHEN BERTRAND bless BLOUNT BRAGELONE brave Cardinal Cinq Mars CLARA Claude court Courtiers cousin DAMAS dare dear death Deschappelles drama DUCHESS DUCHESS DE LA Duke earth Enter Ev'n EVELYN Exeunt Exit eyes father forgive fortune France FRANCOIS GEORGINA GLAVIS GLOSSMORE GRAMMONT GRAVES Groginhole hand happy hath hear heart Heaven honour hope hour HUGUET John Vesey JOSEPH JULIE King King's LA VALLIÈRE LADY FRANKLIN LAUZUN live look Lord LOUIS Louise loved thee Lyons MACFINCH MADAME DE MONTESPAN MADAME DESCHAP MADEMOISELLE MADEMOISELLE DE LA Marquis marriage MAUPRAT MELNOTTE methinks mother never noble o'er ORLEANS palace pardon passion PAULINE play poor pray Prince RICHELIEU SCENE Servant SHARP Sir Frederick SIR JOHN Sire smile SMOOTH soul speak STOUT sweet TABOURET tell there's thine thou art thought VALLIÈRE Vesey WIDOW woman word young
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Стр. 225 - Have stoop'd from their high sphere; how love, like death Levels all ranks, and lays the shepherd's crook Beside the sceptre. Thus I made my home In the soft palace of a fairy Future! My father died; and I, the peasant-born, Was my own lord. Then did I seek to rise Out of the prison of my mean estate; And, with such jewels as the exploring mind Brings from the caves of knowledge, buy my ransom From those twin gaolers of the daring heart Low birth and iron fortune.
Стр. 202 - Oh rapture! I shall join the armies of the republic — I shall rise — I shall win a name that beauty will not blush to hear. I shall return with the right to say to her — "See, how love does not level the proud, but raise the — humble!
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Стр. 317 - And yet the Nile is fretted by the weeds Its rising roots not up ; but never yet Did one least barrier by a ripple vex My onward tide, unswept in sport away. Am I so ruthless then that I do hate Them who hate me ? Tush, tush ! I do not hate ; Nay, I forgive.
Стр. 283 - ... mart, and schism within the temple ; Brawls festering to rebellion, and weak laws Rotting away with rust in antique sheaths. I have re-created France ; and from the ashes Of the old feudal and decrepit carcase Civilization on her luminous wings Soars, phoenix-like, to Jove ! — What was my art ? Genius, some say ; some.
Стр. 315 - And bright with beck'ning angels — but, alas ! We see thee, like the Patriarch, but in dreams. By the first step — dull-slumbering on the earth. I am not happy ! — with the Titan's lust, I woo'da goddess, and I clasp a cloud. When I am dust, my name shall, like a star, Shine through wan space, a glory — and a prophet Whereby pale seers shall from their aery towers Con all the ominous signs, benign or evil, That make the potent astrologue of kings.
Стр. 348 - Goddess of bright dreams, My country — shalt thou lose me now, when most Thou need'st thy worshipper? My native land! Let me but ward this dagger from thy heart, And die — but on thy bosom! Enter JULIE. Julie. Heaven! I thank thee! It cannot be, or this all-powerful man Would not stand idly thus.
Стр. 212 - I honour the laurels that overshadow the graves of our fathers; it is our fathers I emulate when I desire that beneath the evergreen I myself have planted my own ashes may repose! Dearest! couldst thou but see with my eyes! PAULINE.