A Series of Plays: In which it is Attempted to Delineate the Stronger Passions of the Mind ...

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T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1798 - 411 pages
 

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Page 121 - The brave man is not he who feels no fear, For that were stupid and irrational, But he, whose noble soul its fear subdues, And Bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from.
Page 340 - E'en in our early sports, like two young whelps Of hostile breed, instinctively reverse, Each 'gainst the other pitch'd his ready pledge, And frown'd defiance. As we onward pass'd From youth to man's estate, his narrow art, And envious gibing malice, poorly veil'd In the affected carelessness of mirth, Still more detestable and odious grew. There is no living being on this earth Who can conceive the malice of his soul, With all his gay and damned merriment, To those, by fortune or by merit placed...
Page 333 - And give thy count'nance to the cheerful light. Men, now all soft, and female beauty scorn, And mock the gentle cares which aim to please. It is most damnable ! undo thy veil, And think of him no more. Jane. I know it well, even to a proverb grown, Is lovers' faith, and I had borne such slight : But he, who has, alas ! forsaken me, Was the companion of my early days. My cradle's mate, mine infant play-fellow. Within our op'ning minds, with riper years The love of praise, and gen'rous virtue sprung...
Page 341 - twas that which drove me hither. I could not bear to meet thine eye again. Jane. Alas ! that, tempted by a sister's tears, I ever left thy house ! These few past months, These absent months, have brought us all this woe.
Page 343 - Repel the hideous foe. Be great; be valiant. O, if thou could'st! E'en shrouded as thou art In all the sad infirmities of nature, What a most noble creature would'st thou be! DE MON. Ay, if I could: alas! alas! I cannot.
Page 381 - O no, for twice it call'd, so loudly call'd, With horrid strength, beyond the pitch of nature ; And Murder ! murder ! was the dreadful cry; A third time it return'd with feeble strength, But o'the sudden ceas'd, as tho...
Page 145 - At honour's call, I've led you dauntless on; Nor do I know the man of all your bands, That ever poorly from the trial shrunk, Or yielded to the foe contended space. Am I the meanest then of all my troops, That thus ye think, with base unmanly threats, To move me now? Put up those paltry weapons ; They edgeless are to him who fears them not ; Rocks have been shaken from the solid base ; But what shall move a firm and dauntless mind ? Put up your swords, or dare the threaten'd deed — Obey, or murder...
Page 352 - I am resolv'd I will respect the man, As his fair station and repute demand. Methinks I see not at your jolly feasts The youthful knight, who sung so pleasantly. Freb. A pleasant circumstance detains him hence ; Pleasant to those who love high gen'rous deeds Above the middle pitch of common minds ; And, tho' I have been sworn to secrecy, Yet must I tell it thee.
Page 176 - How happy are the dead, who quietly rest Beneath these stones ! each by his kindred laid, Still in a hallow'd neighbourship with those, Who when alive his social converse...
Page 406 - d nose, with nostrils all distent ; That writhed mouth, where yet the teeth appear, In agony, to gnash the nether lip. Think'st thou, less painful than the murd'rer's knife Was such a death as this ? Ay, and how changed too those matted locks ! Jer. Merciful heaven ! his hair is grisly grown, Changed to white age, what was, but two days since, Black as the raven's plume.

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