The Modern British Drama: In Five Volumes, Volume 2William Miller, 1811 - English drama |
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... heavy at my heart , My comfort is , each moment takes away A grain , at least , from the dead load that's me , And gives a nearer prospect of the grave . on But put it most severely - should I live- Live co [ YOUNG . THE REVENGE .
... heavy at my heart , My comfort is , each moment takes away A grain , at least , from the dead load that's me , And gives a nearer prospect of the grave . on But put it most severely - should I live- Live co [ YOUNG . THE REVENGE .
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In Five Volumes. But put it most severely - should I live- Live long - alas , there is no length in time ! Not in thy time , Oh man ! -What's fourscore years ? Nay , what , indeed , the age of time itself , Since cut from out eternity's ...
In Five Volumes. But put it most severely - should I live- Live long - alas , there is no length in time ! Not in thy time , Oh man ! -What's fourscore years ? Nay , what , indeed , the age of time itself , Since cut from out eternity's ...
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... Live now , be damned hereafter - for I want thee.- Oh , night of ecstacy ! -Ha ! was't not so ? I will enjoy this murder.Let me think- The jasmine bower - ' tis secret and remote : Go wait me there , and take thy dagger with thee ...
... Live now , be damned hereafter - for I want thee.- Oh , night of ecstacy ! -Ha ! was't not so ? I will enjoy this murder.Let me think- The jasmine bower - ' tis secret and remote : Go wait me there , and take thy dagger with thee ...
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... Live in a throng of such exalted virtues ? I scorn and hate , yet love him and adore . I cannot , will not , dare not think it true , Till from himself I know it . Zan . This succeeds [ Exit . Just to my wish . Now she , with violence ...
... Live in a throng of such exalted virtues ? I scorn and hate , yet love him and adore . I cannot , will not , dare not think it true , Till from himself I know it . Zan . This succeeds [ Exit . Just to my wish . Now she , with violence ...
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... live , old man , I'll speak : And well I know thou dar'st not kill me yet ; For that would rob thy blood - hounds of their prey . Alon . Who called Alonzo ? Alv . No one called , my son . Alon . Again ! - ' Tis Carlos ' voice , and I ...
... live , old man , I'll speak : And well I know thou dar'st not kill me yet ; For that would rob thy blood - hounds of their prey . Alon . Who called Alonzo ? Alv . No one called , my son . Alon . Again ! - ' Tis Carlos ' voice , and I ...
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Common terms and phrases
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Popular passages
Page 580 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as ye go, On the light fantastic toe...
Page 580 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Page 583 - Yet should I try, the uncontrolled worth Of this pure cause would kindle my rapt spirits To such a flame of sacred vehemence...
Page 579 - I was all ear, !(« And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death.
Page 584 - Mortals, that would follow me, Love Virtue ; she alone is free. She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
Page 576 - He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i' th' centre, and enjoy bright day : But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts, Benighted walks under the mid-day sun ; Himself is his own dungeon.
Page 576 - Be it not done in pride, or in presumption. Some say no evil thing that walks by night, In fog, or fire, by lake, or moorish fen, Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost, That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, No goblin, or swart faery of the mine, Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.
Page 574 - Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence; How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night At every fall smoothing the raven down Of Darkness till it smiled...
Page 582 - Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, Covering the earth with odours, fruits and flocks, Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable, But all to please, and sate the curious taste...
Page 584 - To the ocean now I fly, And those happy climes that lie Where day never shuts his eye, Up in the broad fields of the sky. There I suck the liquid air, All amidst the gardens fair Of Hesperus, and his daughters three That sing about the golden tree.