The Works of the Author of The Night-thoughts, Volume 2J. Cundee, 1802 |
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... dost insult thy lord . Temptation ! One night gain'd ! O stings and death ! And am I then undone ? Alas , my Zanga ! And dost thou own it too ? Deny it still E 3 A TRAGEDY . 58 For she was his, my friend's, and he ...
... dost insult thy lord . Temptation ! One night gain'd ! O stings and death ! And am I then undone ? Alas , my Zanga ! And dost thou own it too ? Deny it still E 3 A TRAGEDY . 58 For she was his, my friend's, and he ...
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Edward Young. And dost thou own it too ? Deny it still , And rescue me one moment from distraction . ZANGA . My lord , I hope the best . ALONZO . False , foolish hope , And insolent to me ! Thou know'st it false ; It is as glaring as the ...
Edward Young. And dost thou own it too ? Deny it still , And rescue me one moment from distraction . ZANGA . My lord , I hope the best . ALONZO . False , foolish hope , And insolent to me ! Thou know'st it false ; It is as glaring as the ...
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... her trembling heart presenting death , Force all the secret from her . ZANGA . You totter on the very brink of ruin . O forbear ! ALONZO . What dost thou mean ? ZANGA . [ Aside . ] That will discover all 58 THE REVENGE .
... her trembling heart presenting death , Force all the secret from her . ZANGA . You totter on the very brink of ruin . O forbear ! ALONZO . What dost thou mean ? ZANGA . [ Aside . ] That will discover all 58 THE REVENGE .
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... dost thou murmur ? ZANGA . Force the secret from her ! What's perjury to such a crime as this ? Will she confess it then ; O groundless hope ! But rest assur'd , she'll make this accusation , Or false or true , your ruin with the king ...
... dost thou murmur ? ZANGA . Force the secret from her ! What's perjury to such a crime as this ? Will she confess it then ; O groundless hope ! But rest assur'd , she'll make this accusation , Or false or true , your ruin with the king ...
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... Dost thou then prize it ? LEONORA . Do you then ask it ? ALONZO . Know then , to thy comfort , Thou hast me all ; my throbbing heart is full With thee alone ; I've thought of nothing else ; Nor shall I , from my soul believe , till ...
... Dost thou then prize it ? LEONORA . Do you then ask it ? ALONZO . Know then , to thy comfort , Thou hast me all ; my throbbing heart is full With thee alone ; I've thought of nothing else ; Nor shall I , from my soul believe , till ...
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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.