Childe Harold's PilgrimageLovell Brothers, 1813 - 270 sider |
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Side 143
... Enter an ATTENDANT . Slave , tell The lonian Myrrha we would crave her presence . Attend . King , she is here . MYRRHA enters . SARDANAPALUS ( apart to Attendant ) . Away ! ( Addressing MYRRHA . ) Beautiful being ! Thou dost almost ...
... Enter an ATTENDANT . Slave , tell The lonian Myrrha we would crave her presence . Attend . King , she is here . MYRRHA enters . SARDANAPALUS ( apart to Attendant ) . Away ! ( Addressing MYRRHA . ) Beautiful being ! Thou dost almost ...
Side 148
... Enter PANIA . Pania , May the king live for ever ! Not an hour Sardan . Longer than he can love . How my soul hates ' This language , which makes life itself a lie , Flattering dust with eternity . Well , Pania ! Be brief . Pania . I am ...
... Enter PANIA . Pania , May the king live for ever ! Not an hour Sardan . Longer than he can love . How my soul hates ' This language , which makes life itself a lie , Flattering dust with eternity . Well , Pania ! Be brief . Pania . I am ...
Side 152
... Enter ARBACEs , by an inner door . Beleses , why So rapt in thy devotions ? Dost thou stand Gazing to trace thy disappearing god Into some realm of undiscover'd day ? Our business is with night - ' tis come . Bel . Gone . Arb . Bel ...
... Enter ARBACEs , by an inner door . Beleses , why So rapt in thy devotions ? Dost thou stand Gazing to trace thy disappearing god Into some realm of undiscover'd day ? Our business is with night - ' tis come . Bel . Gone . Arb . Bel ...
Side 154
... , it is his revenge we work for . Bel . Could He but be brought to think so ; this , I doubt of . Arb . What , if we sound him ? Bel . Yes if the time served , i Enter BALEA . Bal . Satraps ! The king commands 154 ACT I. SARDANAPALUS ,
... , it is his revenge we work for . Bel . Could He but be brought to think so ; this , I doubt of . Arb . What , if we sound him ? Bel . Yes if the time served , i Enter BALEA . Bal . Satraps ! The king commands 154 ACT I. SARDANAPALUS ,
Side 155
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. Enter BALEA . Bal . Satraps ! The king commands your presence at The feast to - night . Bel . In the pavilion ? Bal . To hear is to obey . No ; here in the palace . Arb . How ! in the palace ? it was not ...
George Gordon Byron Baron Byron. Enter BALEA . Bal . Satraps ! The king commands your presence at The feast to - night . Bel . In the pavilion ? Bal . To hear is to obey . No ; here in the palace . Arb . How ! in the palace ? it was not ...
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Altada Arbaces Assyria aught Bactria Balea Bard bear beauty behold Beleses beneath blood bosom breast breath brow CANTO Childe Harold dare dark death deem deem'd deep dost thou doth dread Dunciad dust dwell e'er earth Edinburgh Review Euphrates Exit fair fame feel foes gaze glorious glory Greece Greek guard hand hath hear heart heaven honour hope hour immortal king land leave live lord lyre Mede mighty mind monarch mortal mountains Muse Myrrha ne'er never night Nimrod o'er once palace Pania passion poem praise prince realm rebels rock Salem Salemenes Sardan SARDANAPALUS satraps scene Semiramis Sfero shine shore sigh sire slave smile soldier song soul spirit stars sweet sword tears thee thine things thou art thought throne tomb turn'd twas unto Venice voice walls waves wild wilt woes wouldst youth Zames Zarina