The Fair Penitent: A TragedyP. Wogan, 1797 - 57 pages |
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... JANE SHORE , ROMAN FATHER , CONTAINING VOL . III . · · BY ROWE . -HOME . - LONDON : ADDISON . ROWE . WHITEHEAD . PRINTED FOR , AND UNDER THE DIRECTION OF , GEORGE CAWTHORN , BRITISH LIBRARY , STRAND . LELAND STANFORD JUNIOR JERARY ...
... JANE SHORE , ROMAN FATHER , CONTAINING VOL . III . · · BY ROWE . -HOME . - LONDON : ADDISON . ROWE . WHITEHEAD . PRINTED FOR , AND UNDER THE DIRECTION OF , GEORGE CAWTHORN , BRITISH LIBRARY , STRAND . LELAND STANFORD JUNIOR JERARY ...
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... Jane Shore 1713 1705 Jane Gray 1715 FAIR PENITENT . THIS Tragedy has the usual characteristics of viii NICHOLAS ROWE .
... Jane Shore 1713 1705 Jane Gray 1715 FAIR PENITENT . THIS Tragedy has the usual characteristics of viii NICHOLAS ROWE .
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... Virtue again to its bright station climb , And beauty fear no enemy but time ; The fair shall listen to desert alone , And ev'ry Lucia find a Cato's son . THE END . BR . JANE SHORE . Ale Thou art that fatal 88 EPILOGUE .
... Virtue again to its bright station climb , And beauty fear no enemy but time ; The fair shall listen to desert alone , And ev'ry Lucia find a Cato's son . THE END . BR . JANE SHORE . Ale Thou art that fatal 88 EPILOGUE .
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... JANE SHORE . Ale Thou art that fatal fair that cursed she That set my brain a madding . my Ael br London Printed for J.Bell , British Library , Strand , Sept 21791 . Holloway Hallwa A TRAGEDY . By N. ROWE , Esq . ADAPTED. JANE SHORE. ...
... JANE SHORE . Ale Thou art that fatal fair that cursed she That set my brain a madding . my Ael br London Printed for J.Bell , British Library , Strand , Sept 21791 . Holloway Hallwa A TRAGEDY . By N. ROWE , Esq . ADAPTED. JANE SHORE. ...
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... conceal : Virtue again to its bright station climb , And beauty fear no enemy but time ; The fair shall listen to desert alone , And ev'ry Lucia find a Cato's son . THE END . ; ܙ ne ! LTRE JANE SHORE . Alie Thou art that 88 EPILOGUE .
... conceal : Virtue again to its bright station climb , And beauty fear no enemy but time ; The fair shall listen to desert alone , And ev'ry Lucia find a Cato's son . THE END . ; ܙ ne ! LTRE JANE SHORE . Alie Thou art that 88 EPILOGUE .
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Page 89 - That shall convey you to the wish'd-for port, Is there aught else, my friends, I can do for you ? The conqueror draws near. Once more farewell ! If e'er we meet hereafter, we shall meet In happier climes, and on a safer shore, Where Caesar never shall approach us more.
Page 43 - CATO. Let not a torrent of impetuous zeal Transport thee thus beyond the bounds of reason: True fortitude is seen in great exploits, That justice warrants, and that wisdom guides; All else is tow'ring frenzy and distraction.
Page 44 - Were to refuse th' awards of Providence, And not to rest in heaven's determination. Already have we shown our love to Rome, Now let us show submission to the gods. We took up arms, not to revenge ourselves, But free the common-wealth ; when this end fails, Arms have no further use : our country's cause, That drew our swords, now wrests...
Page 41 - Rush'd like a torrent down upon the vale, Sweeping our flocks and herds. The shepherds fled For safety, and for succour. I alone, . With bended bow, and quiver full of arrows, Hover'd about the enemy, and mark'd The road he took, then hasted to my friends; Whom with a troop of fifty chosen men, I met advancing.
Page 75 - Know, villains, when such paltry slaves presume To mix in treason, if the plot succeeds, They're thrown neglected by; but, if it fails, They're sure to die like dogs, as you shall do. Here, take these factious monsters, drag them forth To sudden death.
Page 44 - Twill never be too late To sue for chains, and own a conqueror. Why should Rome fall a moment ere her time...
Page 36 - Tis not a set of features, or complexion, The tincture of a skin that I admire. Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.
Page 41 - My name is Norval ! on the Grampian hills My father feeds his flocks : a frugal swain, Whose constant cares were to increase his store, And keep his only son, myself, at home. For I had heard of battles, and I long'd To follow to the field some warlike lord : And Heav'n soon granted what my sire denied.
Page 74 - Do thou, great liberty, inspire our souls, And make our lives in thy possession happy, Or our deaths glorious in thy just defence.
Page 26 - Remember what our father oft has told us : The ways of heaven 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.