Bell's British Theatre: Consisting of the Most Esteemed English Plays, Том 3John Bell and under the direction of George Cawthorn, British Library, Strand, 1797 |
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... ALTAMONT , a young lord , in love with Calista HORATIO , his friend · LOTHARIO , a young lord and enemy to Al- tamont ROSSANO , bis friend CALISTA , daughter to Sciolto - - LAVINIA , sister to Altamont , and wife to Horatio LUCILLA ...
... ALTAMONT , a young lord , in love with Calista HORATIO , his friend · LOTHARIO , a young lord and enemy to Al- tamont ROSSANO , bis friend CALISTA , daughter to Sciolto - - LAVINIA , sister to Altamont , and wife to Horatio LUCILLA ...
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... Altamont . LET this auspicious day be ever sacred , No mourning , no misfortunes happen on it : Let it be mark'd for triumphs and rejoicings ; Let happy lovers ever make it holy , Choose it to bless their hopes , and crown their wishes ...
... Altamont . LET this auspicious day be ever sacred , No mourning , no misfortunes happen on it : Let it be mark'd for triumphs and rejoicings ; Let happy lovers ever make it holy , Choose it to bless their hopes , and crown their wishes ...
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... ALTAMONT , and em- braces him . Sci . Joy to thee , Altamont ! Joy to myself ! Joy to this happy morn that makes thee mine ; That kindly grants what nature had denied me , And makes me father of a son like thee . Alt . My father ! Oh ...
... ALTAMONT , and em- braces him . Sci . Joy to thee , Altamont ! Joy to myself ! Joy to this happy morn that makes thee mine ; That kindly grants what nature had denied me , And makes me father of a son like thee . Alt . My father ! Oh ...
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... Altamont , One kind remembrance in Calista's breast , The winds with all their wings would be too slow To bear me to her feet . For , Oh , my father ! Amidst the stream of joy that bears me on , Blest as I am , and honour'd in your ...
... Altamont , One kind remembrance in Calista's breast , The winds with all their wings would be too slow To bear me to her feet . For , Oh , my father ! Amidst the stream of joy that bears me on , Blest as I am , and honour'd in your ...
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... Altamont . By Heav'n ' tis well ! such ever be the gifts With which I greet the man whom my soul hates . But to go on ! [ Aside . -Wish- -Heart- -Honour- too faithless- Weakness - to - morrow- last trouble - lost Calista . Women , I see ...
... Altamont . By Heav'n ' tis well ! such ever be the gifts With which I greet the man whom my soul hates . But to go on ! [ Aside . -Wish- -Heart- -Honour- too faithless- Weakness - to - morrow- last trouble - lost Calista . Women , I see ...
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Bell's British Theatre: Consisting of the Most Esteemed English Plays ..., Том 3 Полный просмотр - 1791 |
Bell's British Theatre: Consisting of the Most Esteemed English Plays ..., Том 3 Полный просмотр - 1792 |
Bell's British Theatre: Consisting of the Most Esteemed English Plays ..., Том 3 Полный просмотр - 1791 |
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Стр. 79 - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man ! Eternity ! thou pleasing, dreadful thought ! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes and changes must we pass ; The wide, th...
Стр. 36 - Rome fall a moment ere her time ? No, let us draw her term of freedom out In its full length, and spin it to the last, So shall we gain still one day's liberty: And let me perish, but, in Cato's judgment, A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
Стр. 78 - When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.
Стр. 79 - Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man. Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes and changes must we pass? The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it.
Стр. 34 - CATO. Let not a torrent of impetuous zeal Transport thee thus beyond the bounds of reason: True fortitude is seen in great exploits, That justice warrants, and that wisdom guides; All else is tow'ring frenzy and distraction.
Стр. 33 - My voice is still for war. Gods ! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slavery or death ? No ; let us rise at once, gird on our swords, And, at the head of our remaining troops, Attack the foe, break through the thick array Of his thronged legions, and charge home upon him.
Стр. 79 - Here will I hold. If there's a power above us— And that there is, all nature cries aloud Through all her works — he must delight in virtue; And that which he delights in must be happy.
Стр. 79 - If there's a power above us (And that there is all Nature cries aloud Through all her works). He must delight in virtue ; And that which He delights in must be happy. But when ? or where ? This world was made for Caesar — I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them.
Стр. 53 - With all the strength and heats of eloquence Fraternal love and friendship can inspire. Tell her thy brother languishes to death, And fades away, and withers in his bloom...
Стр. 36 - Whom, with a troop of fifty chosen men, I met advancing. The pursuit I led, Till we o'ertook the spoil-encumber'd foe. We fought and conquer'd. E're a sword was drawn, An arrow from my bow had pierc'd their chief, Who wore that day the arms which now I wear.