British theatre, comprising tragedies, comedies, operas, and farces; with biogr., critical account and notes, by an Englishman [O. Williams]. By O. Williams1831 |
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... 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 ; 1 thunder in their ears their country's cause , And try to rouse up all that's Roman in them ...
... 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 ; 1 thunder in their ears their country's cause , And try to rouse up all that's Roman in them ...
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... meets the Corpse . Lu- CIUS , Senators , Guards , etc. attending . Cato . Welcome , my son ! Here lay him down , my ... meet Oh , liberty ! oh , virtue ! oh , my country ! In happier climes , and on a safer shore , Juba . Behold that ...
... meets the Corpse . Lu- CIUS , Senators , Guards , etc. attending . Cato . Welcome , my son ! Here lay him down , my ... meet Oh , liberty ! oh , virtue ! oh , my country ! In happier climes , and on a safer shore , Juba . Behold that ...
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... meet our eyes , Upon this solemn day , in these sad weeds ? In opposition to my brightness , you And yours are all ... meets the KING , and To - day . - Retire , divest yourself with speed kneels ; afterwards GONSALEZ kneels and Of that ...
... meet our eyes , Upon this solemn day , in these sad weeds ? In opposition to my brightness , you And yours are all ... meets the KING , and To - day . - Retire , divest yourself with speed kneels ; afterwards GONSALEZ kneels and Of that ...
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... meet To part no more : my friend will tell thee all How I escap'd , how I am here , and thus ; How I'm not call'd Alphonso now , but Osmyn And he Heli . All , all he will unfold , Ere next we meet- Alm . Sure we shall meet again- Osm ...
... meet To part no more : my friend will tell thee all How I escap'd , how I am here , and thus ; How I'm not call'd Alphonso now , but Osmyn And he Heli . All , all he will unfold , Ere next we meet- Alm . Sure we shall meet again- Osm ...
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... meet again . Thou told'st me thou wouldst think how we might meet To part no more - Now we will part no more ; For these thy chains , or death , shall join us ever . Osm . Oh ! O- Alm . Give me that sigh . Why dost thou heave , and ...
... meet again . Thou told'st me thou wouldst think how we might meet To part no more - Now we will part no more ; For these thy chains , or death , shall join us ever . Osm . Oh ! O- Alm . Give me that sigh . Why dost thou heave , and ...
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Page 15 - Heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates Eternity to man. Eternity ! — thou pleasing — dreadful thought ! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes and changes must we pass ! The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me ; But shadows, clouds, and darkness, rest upon it.
Page 21 - And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice, Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
Page 51 - 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.
Page 489 - Ay, your times were fine times indeed; you have been telling us of them for many a long year. Here we live in an old rumbling mansion, that looks for all the world like an inn, but that we never see company. Our best visitors are old Mrs. Oddfish, the curate's wife, and little Cripplegate, the lame dancing-master; and all our entertainment your old stories of Prince Eugene and the Duke of Marlborough. I hate such oldfashioned trumpery. Hard. And I love it. I love every thing that's old : old friends,...
Page 489 - And am I to blame ? The poor boy was always too sickly to do any good. A school would be his death. When he comes...
Page 15 - ... 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 493 - After the disappointments of the day, welcome once more, Charles, to the comforts of a clean room and a good fire. Upon my word, a very well-looking house ; antique, but creditable. MARLOW. The usual fate of a large mansion. Having first ruined the master by good house-keeping, it at last comes to levy contributions as an inn.
Page 493 - Ould Grouse in the gunroom: I can't help laughing at that — he! he! he! — for the soul of me. We have laughed at that these twenty years — ha!
Page 353 - Have I not a wife? nay a wife that was a widow, a young widow, a handsome widow; and would be again a widow, but that I have a heart of proof, and something of a constitution to bustle through the ways of wedlock and this world!
Page 15 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well ; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man ! Eternity ! thou pleasing, dreadful thought ! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes...