The Works of the Author of The Night-thoughts, Volume 2J. Cundee, 1802 |
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... arm in fight : He slew my father , and threw chains o'er me , While I , with pious rage , pursu'd revenge : I then was young ; he plac'd me near his person , And thought me not dishonour'd by his service . One day ( may that returning ...
... arm in fight : He slew my father , and threw chains o'er me , While I , with pious rage , pursu'd revenge : I then was young ; he plac'd me near his person , And thought me not dishonour'd by his service . One day ( may that returning ...
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... arms , I left The promis'd fight ; I left Alonzo too , To stand the war , and quell a world alone . [ Trumpets . LEONORA . The victor comes . My lord , I must withdraw . CARLOS . And must you go ? LEONORA . Why should you wish my stay ...
... arms , I left The promis'd fight ; I left Alonzo too , To stand the war , and quell a world alone . [ Trumpets . LEONORA . The victor comes . My lord , I must withdraw . CARLOS . And must you go ? LEONORA . Why should you wish my stay ...
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... arm Has made one spot the grave of Africa , Such numbers fell ; and the survivors fled As frighted passengers from off the strand , When the tempestuous sea comes roaring on them . ALONZO . ' Twas Carlos conquer'd ; ' twas his cruel ...
... arm Has made one spot the grave of Africa , Such numbers fell ; and the survivors fled As frighted passengers from off the strand , When the tempestuous sea comes roaring on them . ALONZO . ' Twas Carlos conquer'd ; ' twas his cruel ...
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... arm preserv'd his life . ALONZO . It did with more than the expence of mine ; For , O ! this day is mention'd for their nuptials . But see , she comes - I'll take my leave , and die . ZANGA . [ Aside . ] Hadst thou a thousand lives ...
... arm preserv'd his life . ALONZO . It did with more than the expence of mine ; For , O ! this day is mention'd for their nuptials . But see , she comes - I'll take my leave , and die . ZANGA . [ Aside . ] Hadst thou a thousand lives ...
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... arms ? O ! which side shall I take ? be stabb'd ? or - stab ? ' Tis equal death , a choice of agonies.- Ah ! no ! all other agonies are ease To one - O Leonora ! -Never , never ! Go , Zanga , go ; defer the dreadful trial , Tho ' but a ...
... arms ? O ! which side shall I take ? be stabb'd ? or - stab ? ' Tis equal death , a choice of agonies.- Ah ! no ! all other agonies are ease To one - O Leonora ! -Never , never ! Go , Zanga , go ; defer the dreadful trial , Tho ' but a ...
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ALONZO Alvarez ambition angels ANTIGONUS art thou beneath bleeds blest bliss blood blood divine bosom brother call'd crime CURTIUS dæmons dare dark dead death DEMETRIUS deny'd despair divine Don Carlos dost dreadful dust DYMAS earth empire ERIXENE eternal Ev'n ev'ry Exit fair fate father fear flame fond fool gaze give glory gods good-natur'd grave grief groan guilt happiness hast hear heart heav'n hope hour human immortal ISABELLA KING LEONORA life's lord LORENZO mortal NARCISSA nature nature's ne'er night numbers o'er pain pangs passion peace PERICLES PERSEUS Philip POSTHUMIUS pow'r praise pride rage reason rise Rome scene shew sigh skies smile song soul speak stab sting strike tears thee theme thine thou thought Thrace Thracian thro throne tomb tremble triumph Twas vengeance virtue weep wing wisdom wise wounds wretched ZANGA
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Page 214 - tis madness to defer; Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life Procrastination is the thief of time ; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Page 232 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ; And ask them, what report they bore to heaven ; And how they might have borne more welcome news. Their answers form what men Experience call ; If Wisdom's friend, her best ; -if not, worst foe.
Page 203 - How much is to be done ! My hopes and fears Start up alarmed, and o'er life's narrow verge Look down — on what ? A fathomless abyss, A dread eternity, how surely mine ! And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour ? How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful is man...
Page 215 - Tis not in folly not to scorn a fool, And scarce in human wisdom to do more. All promise is poor dilatory man, And that through every stage. When young, indeed...
Page 206 - And is it in the flight of threescore years To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust? A soul immortal, spending all her fires, Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness, Thrown into tumult, raptured, or alarm'd At aught this scene can threaten or indulge, Resembles ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.
Page 202 - Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
Page 354 - Horrid with frost, and turbulent with storm, Blows autumn, and his golden fruits, away: Then melts into the spring : soft spring, with breath Favonian, from warm chambers of the south, Recalls the first. All, to re-flourish, fades ; As in a wheel, all sinks, to re-ascend. Emblems of man, who passes, not expires. With this minute distinction, emblems just, Nature revolves, but man advances ; both Eternal ; that a circle, this a line. That gravitates, this soars. Th' aspiring soul, Ardent, and tremulous,...
Page 255 - Smitten friends Are angels sent on errands full of love ; For us they languish, and for us they die...
Page 351 - Who lives to nature, rarely can be poor ; Who lives to fancy, never can be rich. Poor is the man in debt ; the man of gold, In debt to fortune, trembles at her power.
Page 205 - Life's theatre as yet is shut, and Death, Strong Death, alone can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And make us, embryos of existence, free.