Bell's British Theatre: Consisting of the Most Esteemed English Plays, Volum 3John Bell and under the direction of George Cawthorn, British Library, Strand, 1797 |
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Side iii
... virtue as your Grace is mistress of Yet , for all this , I cannot but confess the vanity which I have , to hope that there may be something so moving in the misfortunes and distress of the play , as may be not altogether unworthy of ...
... virtue as your Grace is mistress of Yet , for all this , I cannot but confess the vanity which I have , to hope that there may be something so moving in the misfortunes and distress of the play , as may be not altogether unworthy of ...
Side iv
... virtue enough to make the loose and dissolute of the other ( a very formidable party ) her enemies , Instead of this , they agree to say nothing of her but what she de- serves . That her spirit is worthy of her birth ; her sweetness ...
... virtue enough to make the loose and dissolute of the other ( a very formidable party ) her enemies , Instead of this , they agree to say nothing of her but what she de- serves . That her spirit is worthy of her birth ; her sweetness ...
Side v
... virtues ? They shall behold your Grace with the same pleasure the English shall take , whenever it shall be their good fortune to see you return again to you rnative country . In Eng- land , your Grace is become a public concern ; and ...
... virtues ? They shall behold your Grace with the same pleasure the English shall take , whenever it shall be their good fortune to see you return again to you rnative country . In Eng- land , your Grace is become a public concern ; and ...
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... virtue with abundance . 60 Alt . But see he comes , the author of my happiness , The man who sav'd my life from deadly sorrow , Who bids my days be blest with peace and plenty , And satisfies my soul with love and beauty . Enter SCIOLTO ...
... virtue with abundance . 60 Alt . But see he comes , the author of my happiness , The man who sav'd my life from deadly sorrow , Who bids my days be blest with peace and plenty , And satisfies my soul with love and beauty . Enter SCIOLTO ...
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... virtues " Spring freshly forth , and blossom in thy youth . " Alt . Thus Heav'n from nothing rais'd his faint cre- ation , " And then , with wondrous joy , beheld its beauty , " Well pleas'd to see the excellence he gave . " 81 Sci . O ...
... virtues " Spring freshly forth , and blossom in thy youth . " Alt . Thus Heav'n from nothing rais'd his faint cre- ation , " And then , with wondrous joy , beheld its beauty , " Well pleas'd to see the excellence he gave . " 81 Sci . O ...
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Bell's British Theatre: Consisting of the Most Esteemed English ..., Volum 3 Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1791 |
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Side 79 - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man ! Eternity ! thou pleasing, dreadful thought ! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes and changes must we pass ; The wide, th...
Side 36 - Rome fall a moment ere her time ? No, let us draw her term of freedom out In its full length, and spin it to the last, So shall we gain still one day's liberty: And let me perish, but, in Cato's judgment, A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
Side 78 - When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.
Side 79 - Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man. Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes and changes must we pass? The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it.
Side 34 - CATO. Let not a torrent of impetuous zeal Transport thee thus beyond the bounds of reason: True fortitude is seen in great exploits, That justice warrants, and that wisdom guides; All else is tow'ring frenzy and distraction.
Side 33 - My voice is still for war. Gods ! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slavery or death ? No ; let us rise at once, gird on our swords, And, at the head of our remaining troops, Attack the foe, break through the thick array Of his thronged legions, and charge home upon him.
Side 79 - Here will I hold. If there's a power above us— And that there is, all nature cries aloud Through all her works — he must delight in virtue; And that which he delights in must be happy.
Side 79 - If there's a power above us (And that 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 53 - With all the strength and heats of eloquence Fraternal love and friendship can inspire. Tell her thy brother languishes to death, And fades away, and withers in his bloom...
Side 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.