The Modern British Drama: In Five Volumes, Volume 2William Miller, 1811 - English drama |
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... Speak , Leonora . Leon . Was it for you , my lord , to be so quick In finding out objections to our love ? Think you so strong my love , or weak my virtue , It was unsafe to leave that part to me ? Alon . Is not the day , then , fixed ...
... Speak , Leonora . Leon . Was it for you , my lord , to be so quick In finding out objections to our love ? Think you so strong my love , or weak my virtue , It was unsafe to leave that part to me ? Alon . Is not the day , then , fixed ...
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... speak : In me it so resembles a demand , Exacting of a debt , it shocks my nature . Zan . My lord , you know the sad alternative . Is Leonora worth one pang , or not ? It hurts not me , my lord , but as I love you : Warmly as you I wish ...
... speak : In me it so resembles a demand , Exacting of a debt , it shocks my nature . Zan . My lord , you know the sad alternative . Is Leonora worth one pang , or not ? It hurts not me , my lord , but as I love you : Warmly as you I wish ...
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... speak . Alon . [ To ZAN . ] Because he's kind ? It there- fore is the worst ; For ' tis his kindness which I fear to hurt . Shall the same moment see him sink in woes , And me providing for a flood of joys , Rich in the plunder of his ...
... speak . Alon . [ To ZAN . ] Because he's kind ? It there- fore is the worst ; For ' tis his kindness which I fear to hurt . Shall the same moment see him sink in woes , And me providing for a flood of joys , Rich in the plunder of his ...
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... Speak , sir , O speak , And take me from the rack ! Alon . And is there need Of words ? Behold a wonder ! See my tears ! Zan . I feel them too . Heaven grant my senses fail me ! I rather would lose them , than have this real . Alon . Go ...
... Speak , sir , O speak , And take me from the rack ! Alon . And is there need Of words ? Behold a wonder ! See my tears ! Zan . I feel them too . Heaven grant my senses fail me ! I rather would lose them , than have this real . Alon . Go ...
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... Speak quickly ; Zanga , speak . Zan . Not yet , dread sir : First , I must be assured , that if you find The fair one guilty , scorn , as you assured me , Shall conquer love and rage , and heal your soul . Alon . Oh ! ' twill , by ...
... Speak quickly ; Zanga , speak . Zan . Not yet , dread sir : First , I must be assured , that if you find The fair one guilty , scorn , as you assured me , Shall conquer love and rage , and heal your soul . Alon . Oh ! ' twill , by ...
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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.