British Theatre: The mourning bride, by Mr. Congreve. 1791. Douglas, by John Home. 1791. The Albion queens; or, The death of Mary, queen of Scots, by J. Banks. 1791J. Bell, 1791 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 32
עמוד 15
... be thy monument : The cruel ocean is no more thy tomb : But in my heart thou art interr'd ; there , there , Thy dear resemblance is for ever fix'd ; My love Bij A & t I. 15 THE MOURNING BRIDE . Proposing, by a match between Alphonso ...
... be thy monument : The cruel ocean is no more thy tomb : But in my heart thou art interr'd ; there , there , Thy dear resemblance is for ever fix'd ; My love Bij A & t I. 15 THE MOURNING BRIDE . Proposing, by a match between Alphonso ...
עמוד 41
... cruel Osmyn , dost thou fly me thus ? " Is it well done ? Is this then the return " For fame , for honour , and for empire lost ? " But what is loss of hononr , fame , and empire ? " Is this the recompence reserv'd for love ? " Why ...
... cruel Osmyn , dost thou fly me thus ? " Is it well done ? Is this then the return " For fame , for honour , and for empire lost ? " But what is loss of hononr , fame , and empire ? " Is this the recompence reserv'd for love ? " Why ...
עמוד 57
... cruel cords , That strain my cracking nerves ; engines and wheels , That piece - meal grind , are beds of down and balm To that soul - racking thought . Alm . Then I am curs'd Indeed , if that be so ! if I'm thy torment , 281 Kill me ...
... cruel cords , That strain my cracking nerves ; engines and wheels , That piece - meal grind , are beds of down and balm To that soul - racking thought . Alm . Then I am curs'd Indeed , if that be so ! if I'm thy torment , 281 Kill me ...
עמוד 90
... Cruel fate ! Cruel , cruel , Oh , more than killing object ! I came prepar'd to die , and see thee die- Nay , came prepar'd myself to give thee death— But cannot bear to find thee thus , my Osmyn- Oh , this accurs'd , this base , this ...
... Cruel fate ! Cruel , cruel , Oh , more than killing object ! I came prepar'd to die , and see thee die- Nay , came prepar'd myself to give thee death— But cannot bear to find thee thus , my Osmyn- Oh , this accurs'd , this base , this ...
עמוד 92
... cruel hands ? " Are not my eyes guilty alike with theirs , " That thus can gaze , and yet not turn to stone ? -I do not weep ! The springs of tears are dry'd ; And of a sudden I am calm , as if - All things were well ; and yet my ...
... cruel hands ? " Are not my eyes guilty alike with theirs , " That thus can gaze , and yet not turn to stone ? -I do not weep ! The springs of tears are dry'd ; And of a sudden I am calm , as if - All things were well ; and yet my ...
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Almeria Alonzo Alphonso Anna arms Behold blood bosom brave breast Cecil Child Maurice crown cruel curs'd Davison dead death deed didst dost thou Doug Douglas dread duke Duke of NORFOLK earth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fatal fate father fear foes Garcia give Glen Glenalvon Gons Gonsalez grief guard hand hast hear heart Heav'n Heli hopes husband innocence JOHN HOME King kneel Lady RANDOLPH Leon live look Lord RANDOLPH lov'd majesty Mary maun mercy mistress Morton mourn mutes ne'er noble Norfolk Norval o'er Osmyn PEREZ pity prince PRINCE of WALES princess prisoner queen of Scotland rage revenge royal SCENE SELIM shew slave soul speak sword tears tell thee thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt thought traitor Twas Twill valour virtue weep Whilst wretched Zara
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 63 - Heav'n has no rage like love to hatred turn'd, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorn'd.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 35 - My name is Norval ! on the Grampian hills My father feeds his flocks : a frugal swain, Whose constant cares were to increase his store, And keep his only son, myself, at home. For I had heard of battles, and I long'd To follow to the field some warlike lord : And Heav'n soon granted what my sire denied.
עמוד 35 - They turn'd upon him: but his active arm Struck to the ground, from whence they rose no more, The fiercest two; the others fled amain, And left him master of the bloody field. Speak, Lady Randolph : upon Beauty's tongue Dwell accents pleasing to the brave and bold. Speak, noble dame, and thank him for thy lord. LADY RANDOLPH.
עמוד 31 - Looking tranquillity ! it strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart.
עמוד 67 - Oh, thou all-righteous and eternal King, Who father of the fatherless art call'd, Protect my son ! Thy inspiration, Lord ! Hath fill'd his bosom with that sacred fire, Which in the breasts of his forefathers burn'd ! Set him on high like them, that he may shine, The star and glory of his native land ! Then let the minister of death descend, And bear my willing spirit to it's place.
עמוד 74 - Through skies, where I could count each little star. The fanning west wind scarcely stirs the leaves ; The river, rushing o'er its pebbled bed, Imposes silence, with a stilly sound. In such a place as this, at such an hour, If ancestry...
עמוד 71 - Therefore I thank Glenalvon for his counsel, Although it sounded harshly. Why remind Me of my birth obscure ? Why slur my power With such contemptuous terms ? Glen.
עמוד 31 - And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
עמוד 18 - Which are diffused through the revolving year, Come, heavy-laden with the oppressing weight, To me ; with me, successively, they leave The sighs, the tears, the groans, the restless cares, And all the damps of grief, that did retard their flight; They shake their downy wings, and scatter all The dire collected dews on my poor head ; Then fly with joy and swiftness from me.