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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... passion , And the rich plunder of a taken heart . LEONORA . Alas ! my lord , we are too delicate ; And when we grasp the happiness we wish'd , We call on wit to argue it away : A plainer man would not feel half your pains ; But some ...
... passion , And the rich plunder of a taken heart . LEONORA . Alas ! my lord , we are too delicate ; And when we grasp the happiness we wish'd , We call on wit to argue it away : A plainer man would not feel half your pains ; But some ...
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... ; and you are - Leonora . LEONORA . That passion which you boast of , is your guilt ; A treason to your friend . You think mean of me , To plead your crimes as motives of my love ALONZO . You , Madam , ought to thank those 16 THE REVENGE .
... ; and you are - Leonora . LEONORA . That passion which you boast of , is your guilt ; A treason to your friend . You think mean of me , To plead your crimes as motives of my love ALONZO . You , Madam , ought to thank those 16 THE REVENGE .
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... passion ,. And struggled long ; let that be some excuse . ALONZO . Unkind ! You know I think your love a blessing Beyond all human blessings ; ' tis the price Of sighs and groans , and a whole year of dying : But O the curse of curses ...
... passion ,. And struggled long ; let that be some excuse . ALONZO . Unkind ! You know I think your love a blessing Beyond all human blessings ; ' tis the price Of sighs and groans , and a whole year of dying : But O the curse of curses ...
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... passion's calm To thee , thou conflagration of the soul ! Thou king of torments ! thou grand counterpoize For all the transports beauty can inspire ! ISABELLA . Alonzo comes this way . ZANGA . Most opportunely . [ Exit Isa . Withdraw ...
... passion's calm To thee , thou conflagration of the soul ! Thou king of torments ! thou grand counterpoize For all the transports beauty can inspire ! ISABELLA . Alonzo comes this way . ZANGA . Most opportunely . [ Exit Isa . Withdraw ...
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... When your friend's gone , and his first pain assuag'd ? ALONZO , Am I to blame for that ? ZANGA . My lord I love Your very errors ; they are born from virtue : Your friendship ( and what nobler passion claims The heart A TRAGEDY . 29.
... When your friend's gone , and his first pain assuag'd ? ALONZO , Am I to blame for that ? ZANGA . My lord I love Your very errors ; they are born from virtue : Your friendship ( and what nobler passion claims The heart A TRAGEDY . 29.
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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.