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Proud , hated Spain ! oft drench ' d in Moorish blood ; Dost thou not feel a deadly
foe within thee ? Shake not thy tow ' rs where ' er I pass along , Conscious of ruin
, and their great destroyer ? Shake to the centre , if Alonzo ' s dear A TRAGEDY ...
Proud , hated Spain ! oft drench ' d in Moorish blood ; Dost thou not feel a deadly
foe within thee ? Shake not thy tow ' rs where ' er I pass along , Conscious of ruin
, and their great destroyer ? Shake to the centre , if Alonzo ' s dear A TRAGEDY ...
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ZANGA . You have convinc ' d me ' tis a dreadful task . I find , Alonzo ' s quitting
her this morning , For Carlos ' sake , in tenderness to you , Betray ' d me to
believe it less severe Than I perceive it is . CARLOS . Thou dost upbraid me .
ZANGA .
ZANGA . You have convinc ' d me ' tis a dreadful task . I find , Alonzo ' s quitting
her this morning , For Carlos ' sake , in tenderness to you , Betray ' d me to
believe it less severe Than I perceive it is . CARLOS . Thou dost upbraid me .
ZANGA .
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Alas , my friend ! why , with such eager grasps , Dost press my hand , and weep
upon my cheek ? ALONZO . If , after death , our forms ( as some believe ) Shall
be transparent , naked every thought , And friends D 4 A TRAGEDY . 89 For
which ...
Alas , my friend ! why , with such eager grasps , Dost press my hand , and weep
upon my cheek ? ALONZO . If , after death , our forms ( as some believe ) Shall
be transparent , naked every thought , And friends D 4 A TRAGEDY . 89 For
which ...
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There is a grandeur in thy goodness to me , Which with thy foes would render
thee ador ' d : But have a care ; nor think I can be pleas ' d With any thing that lays
in pains for thee : Thou dost dissemble , and thy heart ' s in tears . CARLOS .
There is a grandeur in thy goodness to me , Which with thy foes would render
thee ador ' d : But have a care ; nor think I can be pleas ' d With any thing that lays
in pains for thee : Thou dost dissemble , and thy heart ' s in tears . CARLOS .
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I see that thou art frighted : If thou dost love me , I shall fill thy heart With scorpions
stings , ZANGA . If I do love , my lord ! ALONZO . Come near me , let me rest upon
thy bosom ; ( What pillow like the bosom of a friend ? ) For I am sick at heart .
I see that thou art frighted : If thou dost love me , I shall fill thy heart With scorpions
stings , ZANGA . If I do love , my lord ! ALONZO . Come near me , let me rest upon
thy bosom ; ( What pillow like the bosom of a friend ? ) For I am sick at heart .
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ALONZO angels ANTIGONUS arms bear beneath bliss blood brother Carlos cause crime dare dark dead death DEMETRIUS divine dost dreadful dust Dymas earth empire Enter ERIXENE eternal ev'ry fair fall fate father fear feel fire flame fool gain give glory gods grave groan guilt hand happiness hear heart heav'n hope hour human immortal kind KING leave LEONORA less live look lord LORENZO lost mean mind mortal nature never night o'er once pain passion peace PERICLES PERSEUS praise pride rage reason rise Rome scene sigh sight skies smile sons soon soul speak strike strong sure tears tell thee theme thine thou thought thro throne tremble true truth turn vengeance virtue wing wisdom wise wish 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 350 - 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 347 - 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.
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| Title | The Works of the Author of The Night-thoughts, Volume 2 The Works of the Author of The Night-thoughts, Edward Young Volume 2 of The works of the author of the Night-thoughts. Revised and corrected by himself, Edward Young |
| Author | Edward Young |
| Publisher | J. Cundee, 1802 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 11 Apr 2006 |
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