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... laft farewel ! Rife , glory , rife in all thy charms , Thy waving creft , and burnish'd arms , Spread thy gilded banners round , Make thy thundering courfer bound , Bid the drum and trumpet join , Warm my foul Bid 42 ROSAMON D.
... laft farewel ! Rife , glory , rife in all thy charms , Thy waving creft , and burnish'd arms , Spread thy gilded banners round , Make thy thundering courfer bound , Bid the drum and trumpet join , Warm my foul Bid 42 ROSAMON D.
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... Thy raptures laft , and are fincere , From future grief and prefent fear . BOTH . Who to forbidden joys wou'd rove , That knows the Sweets of virtuous love ? D 2 САТО . C A T O. A TRAGEDY . Ecce fpectaculum dignum ROSAMOND 51.
... Thy raptures laft , and are fincere , From future grief and prefent fear . BOTH . Who to forbidden joys wou'd rove , That knows the Sweets of virtuous love ? D 2 САТО . C A T O. A TRAGEDY . Ecce fpectaculum dignum ROSAMOND 51.
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... laft good man dejected Rome ador'd , And honour'd Ceefar's lefs than Cato's fword . Britons attend : be worth like this approv'd , And show you have the virtue to be mov'd . With honeft fcorn the firft - fam'd Cato view'd Rome learning ...
... laft good man dejected Rome ador'd , And honour'd Ceefar's lefs than Cato's fword . Britons attend : be worth like this approv'd , And show you have the virtue to be mov'd . With honeft fcorn the firft - fam'd Cato view'd Rome learning ...
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... laft , That e'er fhall rife on Roman liberty . PORTIU S. My father has this morning call'd together To this poor hall his little Roman fenate , ( The leavings of Pharfalia ) to confult If yet he can oppose the mighty torrent [ Afide ...
... laft , That e'er fhall rife on Roman liberty . PORTIU S. My father has this morning call'd together To this poor hall his little Roman fenate , ( The leavings of Pharfalia ) to confult If yet he can oppose the mighty torrent [ Afide ...
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... laft fatal periods . Oh ! ' tis a dreadful interval of time , Fill'd up with horror all , and big with death ! Destruction hangs on every word we speak , On every thought , ' till the concluding stroke Deter- Determines all , and clofes ...
... laft fatal periods . Oh ! ' tis a dreadful interval of time , Fill'd up with horror all , and big with death ! Destruction hangs on every word we speak , On every thought , ' till the concluding stroke Deter- Determines all , and clofes ...
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ABIGA ABIGA L Abigal adviſe Afide againſt becauſe behold BUTLER Cæfar Cafar caft Cato Cato's caufe charms COACHMAN Conjurer dear death DECIUS doft thou drum Duke of Anjou faid fame FANTOM E Fantome father fatire fecond fecret fenate fenfe fervants fhall fhould firft firſt fome foon forrow foul fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill ftory fubject fuch fuffer fure fword GARDENER ghoft give GRIDELINE grief hear heart heav'n himſelf houſe huſband JUBA juft KING LADY laft laſt loft LUCIA LUCIU Madam mafter Marcia Marcus moft muft muſt myſelf Numidian o'er occafion paffion perfon pleaſe pleaſure Portius Pr'ythee prefent Prince QUEEN raiſe reafon rife Rofamond Roman Rome ROSAMON SCENE ſee SEMPRONIUS ſhall ſhe ſhow Sir GEORGE Sir TRUSTY ſpeak Syphax tears tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thought thouſand Tinfel TINSE TINSE L VELLU virtue
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Page 159 - ... there is all Nature cries aloud Through all her works). He must delight in virtue ; And that which He delights in must be happy. But when ? or where ? This world was made for Caesar — I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them.
Page 87 - Have faces flush'd with more exalted charms ; The sun that rolls his chariot o'er their heads, Works up more fire and colour in their cheeks : Were you with these, my prince, you'd soon forget, The pale, unripen'd beauties of the north.
Page 84 - What virtues grow from ignorance and choice, Nor how the hero differs from the brute. But grant that others could with equal glory Look down on pleasures, and the baits of sense...
Page 158 - Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread and inward horror Of falling into...
Page 141 - Imaginary ills, and fancy'd tortures ? I hear the sound of feet ! they march this way ! Let us retire, and try if we can drown Each softer thought in sense of present danger. When love once pleads admission to our hearts (In spite of all the virtue we can boast) The woman that deliberates is lost.
Page 140 - tis possible for woman To suffer greater ills than Lucia suffers ? MARCIA. 0 Lucia, Lucia, might my big-swoln heart Vent all its griefs, and give a loose to sorrow Marcia could answer thee in sighs, keep pace • With all thy woes, and count out tear for tear.
Page 136 - Remember, O my friends, the laws, the rights, The generous plan of power deliver'd down, From age to age, by your renown'd forefathers, (So dearly bought, the price of so much blood) O let it never perish in your hands ! But piously transmit it to your children.
Page 102 - Cato, you're in Utica, And at the head of your own little senate ; You don't now thunder in the capitol, With all the mouths of Rome to second you. Cato. Let him consider that who drives us hither. Tis Caesar's sword has made Rome's senate little, And thinn'd its ranks. Alas ! thy dazzled eye Beholds this man in a false glaring light, Which conquest and success...
Page 77 - I'll straight away, And while the fathers of the senate meet In close debate to weigh th' events of war, I'll animate the soldiers' drooping courage, With love of freedom, and contempt of life. Ill thunder in their ears their country's cause, And try to rouse up all that's Roman in 'em.
Page 73 - Remember what our father oft has told us : The ways of Heav'n are dark and intricate ; Puzzled in mazes, and perplex'd with errors, Our understanding traces them in vain, Lost and bewilder'd in the fruitless search ; Nor sees with how much art the windings run, Nor where the regular confusion ends.