A series of plays, in which it is attempted to delineate the stronger passions of the mind [by J. Baillie, Volume 11800 |
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Page 122 - The brave man is not he who feels no fear, For that were stupid and irrational ; But he, whose noble soul its fear subdues, And bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from.
Page 339 - Until that day, till that accursed day, I knew not half the torment of this hell, Which burns within my breast. Heaven's lightnings blast him! Jane.
Page 332 - From all participation of its thoughts My heart recoils : I pray thee be contented. 'Jane. What, must I, like a distant humble friend, Observe thy restless eye, and gait disturb'd, In timid silence, whilst with yearning heart I turn aside to weep ? O no ! De Monfort ! A nobler task thy nobler mind will give ; Thy true intrusted friend I still shall be..
Page 334 - twill haunt me still. Jane. Ah ! say not so, for I will haunt thee too, And be to it so close an adversary, • That, though I wrestle darkling with the fiend, I shall o'ercome it. De Mon.
Page 407 - How died he ?" {Here Jane shakes off the weakness of grief, and repressing Manuel, 'who is about to reply to the Officer, steps forward with dignity. ,) Jane. Tell them by whose authority you come, He died that death which best becomes a man Who is with keenest sense of conscious ill And deep remorse assail'd, a wounded spirit : A death that kills the noble and the brave, And only them.
Page 326 - To suit their taste, tlio' whimsical and strange, As ever fancy own'd. Beauty of every cast and shade is there, From the perfection of a faultless form, Down to the common, brown unnoted maid, Who looks but pretty in her Sunday gown.
Page 339 - I have kili'd thee. Turn, turn thee not away ! look on me still ! Oh ! droop not thus, my life, my pride, my sister ; Look on me yet again. Jane. Thou too, De Monfort, In better days, were wont to be my pride.
Page 394 - With thee I am ; who were not so with thee? But, ah, my sister ! short will be the term ; Death's stroke will come, and in that state beyond, Where things unutterable wait the soul, New from its earthly tenement discharg'd, We shall be sever'd far.
Page 325 - J e'en might speak to him, And gently prove the temper of his mind ; But for the means I must become your debtor. (To Lady.) Lady. Who waits ? (Enter her Woman.) Attend this lady to my wardrobe, And do what she commands you. [EXEUNT Jane and Waiting-woman.
Page 359 - I curb'd my spirit, And sought to soothe him. Then, with spiteful rage, From small offence he rear'da quarrel with me, And dar'd me to the field. The rest you know. In short, I still have been th' opposing rock, O'er which the stream of his o'erflowing pride Hath foam'd and fretted.