The Miscellaneous Works: In Verse and Prose, Volum 2W. Strahan, 1777 |
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... myself afleep ; Where feather'd choirs combining With gentle murm❜ring ftreams , And winds in confort joining , Raife fadly - pleafing dreams . Sir TRUSTY folus . What favage tiger would not pity A damfel fo diftrefs'd and pretty ! But ...
... myself afleep ; Where feather'd choirs combining With gentle murm❜ring ftreams , And winds in confort joining , Raife fadly - pleafing dreams . Sir TRUSTY folus . What favage tiger would not pity A damfel fo diftrefs'd and pretty ! But ...
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... reeking blood : I fee the victim gafp for breath , And start in agonies of death ; I fee my raging dying Lord , And O , I see myself abhorr'd ! [ Apart . C 3 PAGE . PAGE . My eyes o'erflow , my heart is rent ROSAMON D. 29.
... reeking blood : I fee the victim gafp for breath , And start in agonies of death ; I fee my raging dying Lord , And O , I see myself abhorr'd ! [ Apart . C 3 PAGE . PAGE . My eyes o'erflow , my heart is rent ROSAMON D. 29.
Side 90
... myself to hear him talk . LUCIA . Why will you fight against so sweet a paffion , And steel your heart to fuch a world of charms ? MARCI A. How , Lucia ! would'ft thou have me fink away In pleafing dreams , and lofe myself in love ...
... myself to hear him talk . LUCIA . Why will you fight against so sweet a paffion , And steel your heart to fuch a world of charms ? MARCI A. How , Lucia ! would'ft thou have me fink away In pleafing dreams , and lofe myself in love ...
Side 93
... happier times , and kinder moments . LUCIA . Alas ! too late I find myself involved In endless griefs , and labyrinths of woe , Born to afflict my Marcia's family , And And fow diffenfion in the hearts of brothers . Tormenting CATO . 93.
... happier times , and kinder moments . LUCIA . Alas ! too late I find myself involved In endless griefs , and labyrinths of woe , Born to afflict my Marcia's family , And And fow diffenfion in the hearts of brothers . Tormenting CATO . 93.
Side 119
... myself , yet fpite of me , I love her . SYPHA X. Make Cato fure , and give up Utica , Cæfar will ne'er refuse thee fuch a trifle . But are thy troops prepar'd for a revolt ? Does the fedition catch from man to man , And run among their ...
... myself , yet fpite of me , I love her . SYPHA X. Make Cato fure , and give up Utica , Cæfar will ne'er refuse thee fuch a trifle . But are thy troops prepar'd for a revolt ? Does the fedition catch from man to man , And run among their ...
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Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
ABIGA ABIGA L Abigal adviſe Afide againſt becauſe behold BUTLER Cæfar Cafar caft Cato Cato's caufe charms COACHMAN Conjurer dear death DECIUS doft thou drum Duke of Anjou faid fame FANTOM E Fantome father fatire fecond fecret fenate fenfe fervants fhall fhould firft firſt fome foon forrow foul fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill ftory fubject fuch fuffer fure fword GARDENER ghoft give GRIDELINE grief hear heart heav'n himſelf houſe huſband JUBA juft KING LADY laft laſt loft LUCIA LUCIU Madam mafter Marcia Marcus moft muft muſt myſelf Numidian o'er occafion paffion perfon pleaſe pleaſure Portius Pr'ythee prefent Prince QUEEN raiſe reafon rife Rofamond Roman Rome ROSAMON SCENE ſee SEMPRONIUS ſhall ſhe ſhow Sir GEORGE Sir TRUSTY ſpeak Syphax tears tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thought thouſand Tinfel TINSE TINSE L VELLU virtue
Populære avsnitt
Side 159 - ... 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.
Side 87 - Have faces flush'd with more exalted charms ; The sun that rolls his chariot o'er their heads, Works up more fire and colour in their cheeks : Were you with these, my prince, you'd soon forget, The pale, unripen'd beauties of the north.
Side 84 - What virtues grow from ignorance and choice, Nor how the hero differs from the brute. But grant that others could with equal glory Look down on pleasures, and the baits of sense...
Side 158 - Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread and inward horror Of falling into...
Side 141 - Imaginary ills, and fancy'd tortures ? I hear the sound of feet ! they march this way ! Let us retire, and try if we can drown Each softer thought in sense of present danger. When love once pleads admission to our hearts (In spite of all the virtue we can boast) The woman that deliberates is lost.
Side 140 - tis possible for woman To suffer greater ills than Lucia suffers ? MARCIA. 0 Lucia, Lucia, might my big-swoln heart Vent all its griefs, and give a loose to sorrow Marcia could answer thee in sighs, keep pace • With all thy woes, and count out tear for tear.
Side 136 - Remember, O my friends, the laws, the rights, The generous plan of power deliver'd down, From age to age, by your renown'd forefathers, (So dearly bought, the price of so much blood) O let it never perish in your hands ! But piously transmit it to your children.
Side 102 - Cato, you're in Utica, And at the head of your own little senate ; You don't now thunder in the capitol, With all the mouths of Rome to second you. Cato. Let him consider that who drives us hither. Tis Caesar's sword has made Rome's senate little, And thinn'd its ranks. Alas ! thy dazzled eye Beholds this man in a false glaring light, Which conquest and success...
Side 77 - I'll straight away, And while the fathers of the senate meet In close debate to weigh th' events of war, I'll animate the soldiers' drooping courage, With love of freedom, and contempt of life. Ill thunder in their ears their country's cause, And try to rouse up all that's Roman in 'em.
Side 73 - Remember what our father oft has told us : The ways of Heav'n are dark and intricate ; Puzzled in mazes, and perplex'd with errors, Our understanding traces them in vain, Lost and bewilder'd in the fruitless search ; Nor sees with how much art the windings run, Nor where the regular confusion ends.