The Works of the Author of The Night-thoughts: In Three Volumes, Volume 2F. and C. Rivington ; Otridge and Son ; J. Nichols ; J. Sewell ; Longman and Rees ; Cadell and Davies ; G. and J. Robinson ; Vernor and Hood ; J. Walker ; J. Scatcherd ; Ogilvy and Son ; T. Hurst ; J. Mawman ; J. Nunn ; J. Cuthell ; W.J. and J. Richardson ; and J. Bookham, 1802 |
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... flame from sleeping embers , And wild distraction glares from either eye . If thus a slight surmise can work his soul , How will the fulness of the tempest tear him ! Enter ALONZO . ALONZO . And yet it cannot be - I am deceiv'd I injure ...
... flame from sleeping embers , And wild distraction glares from either eye . If thus a slight surmise can work his soul , How will the fulness of the tempest tear him ! Enter ALONZO . ALONZO . And yet it cannot be - I am deceiv'd I injure ...
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... flames . LEONORA . Who has most cause ? You , or myself ? What act Of my whole life encourag'd you to this ? Or of your own , what guilt has drawn it on you ? You find me kind , and think me kind to all ; The weak , ungenerous error of ...
... flames . LEONORA . Who has most cause ? You , or myself ? What act Of my whole life encourag'd you to this ? Or of your own , what guilt has drawn it on you ? You find me kind , and think me kind to all ; The weak , ungenerous error of ...
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... flames , which he had kindled round , And slew him , bold in vain : Nor rested there ; But , with unkingly cruelty , destroy'd Two little sons within their mother's arms ; Thus meaning to ... flame up to great revenge . A TRAGEDY . 109.
... flames , which he had kindled round , And slew him , bold in vain : Nor rested there ; But , with unkingly cruelty , destroy'd Two little sons within their mother's arms ; Thus meaning to ... flame up to great revenge . A TRAGEDY . 109.
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In Three Volumes Edward Young. Which might one day flame up to great revenge . The queen , through grief , on her dead sons expir'd . One child alone surviv'd : A female infant , Amid these horrors , in the cradle smil❜d . What of that ...
In Three Volumes Edward Young. Which might one day flame up to great revenge . The queen , through grief , on her dead sons expir'd . One child alone surviv'd : A female infant , Amid these horrors , in the cradle smil❜d . What of that ...
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... flames of love . [ Exit . Enter KING and ANTIGONUS . KING . Kings of their envy cheat a foolish world ; Fate gives us all in spite , that we alone Might have the pain of knowing all is nothing ; The seeming means of bliss but heighten ...
... flames of love . [ Exit . Enter KING and ANTIGONUS . KING . Kings of their envy cheat a foolish world ; Fate gives us all in spite , that we alone Might have the pain of knowing all is nothing ; The seeming means of bliss but heighten ...
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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.