Jones's British Theatre, Zväzok 2Chambers, 1795 |
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Výsledky 1 - 5 z 25.
Strana 14
... curfe Hor . So fo unbounded was open , It reach'd ev'n me , because I was t When that great man I lov'd , thy no Bequeath'd thy gentle fifter to my arm His laft dear pledge and legacy of f That happy tie made me Sciolto's f He call'd us ...
... curfe Hor . So fo unbounded was open , It reach'd ev'n me , because I was t When that great man I lov'd , thy no Bequeath'd thy gentle fifter to my arm His laft dear pledge and legacy of f That happy tie made me Sciolto's f He call'd us ...
Strana 37
... curfe of fo And , And that be thine and Altam At fig Nor think upon my vengeanc Let Hor . Hold , Sir ; another Hor . Tho ' I think greatly of Cali A pilfer And bold i beyond thy Who the Yes , as f the honour To rob And That A folder ...
... curfe of fo And , And that be thine and Altam At fig Nor think upon my vengeanc Let Hor . Hold , Sir ; another Hor . Tho ' I think greatly of Cali A pilfer And bold i beyond thy Who the Yes , as f the honour To rob And That A folder ...
Strana 38
... curfe of fools to be fec And that be thine and Altamont's . Dr Nor think upon my vengeance till thou fe Hor . Hold , Sir ; another word , and Tho ' I think greatly of Califta's virtue , And hold it far beyond thy pow'r to h Yet , as she ...
... curfe of fools to be fec And that be thine and Altamont's . Dr Nor think upon my vengeance till thou fe Hor . Hold , Sir ; another word , and Tho ' I think greatly of Califta's virtue , And hold it far beyond thy pow'r to h Yet , as she ...
Strana 56
... Curfe the past joy , and think it folly all , " And bitterness and anguish . Oh , last nig " What has ungrateful beauty paid me back . " For all the mafs of friendship which I f " Coldness , averfion , tears , and fullen forro " Dash'd ...
... Curfe the past joy , and think it folly all , " And bitterness and anguish . Oh , last nig " What has ungrateful beauty paid me back . " For all the mafs of friendship which I f " Coldness , averfion , tears , and fullen forro " Dash'd ...
Strana 58
... unmanly infolence and fcorn , Urg'd me to a deed of defperation , And wound thyfelf to be reveng'd on thee , Think whom I should devote to death and Whom curfe as my undoer , but Lothario ; Hadft thou been just , not all Sciolto's pow'r ,
... unmanly infolence and fcorn , Urg'd me to a deed of defperation , And wound thyfelf to be reveng'd on thee , Think whom I should devote to death and Whom curfe as my undoer , but Lothario ; Hadft thou been just , not all Sciolto's pow'r ,
Časté výrazy a frázy
againſt Almeria Alphonfo Altamont Art thou bafe becauſe behold Belvidera blefs bofom breaft Califta caufe cauſe Chriftian curfe curs'd dagger dear death doft thou Enter ev'n ev'ry Exit eyes facred fafe FAIR PENITENT falfe fate father fave fear fecret feen fenate fhall fhould figh fince firft firſt flave fome forrows foul friendſhip ftill fuch fuffer fure fwear fword Gons happineſs heart Heav'n Heli honour huſband Jaffier juft King laft laſt lefs loft lord Loth Lothario moft mourn muft muſt myſelf Nacky ne'er Ofman Ofmyn Oraf paffion peace Pier pity pleaſure pow'r reft Sciolto ſee ſhall ſhame ſhe ſpeak ſtill tears tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand truft Twas twill Venice VENICE PRESERVED villain virtue weep wiſh wretch Zara
Populárne pasáže
Strana 29 - Looking tranquillity! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilness to my trembling heart.
Strana 17 - There's not a wretch that lives on common charity But's happier than me: for I have known The luscious sweets of plenty...
Strana 26 - Ohy woman! lovely woman! nature made thee .To temper man : we had been brutes without you. Angels are painted fair, to look like you : There's in you all that we believe of Heaven, Amazing brightness, purity, and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
Strana 75 - The stern, the rigid judge has been obey'd ; NOW nature, and the father, claim their turns. I've held the balance with an iron hand, And put off ev'ry tender human thought, To doom my child to death ; but spare my eyes The most unnatural sight, lest their strings crack, My old brain split, and I grow mad with horror.
Strana 29 - That's my wish too: For then, my Pierre, I might have cause with pleasure To play the hypocrite. Oh! how I could weep Over the dying dotard, and kiss him too, In hopes to smother him quite; then, when the time Was come to pay my sorrows at his funeral, For he has already made me heir to treasures, Would make me out-act a real widow's whining...
Strana 15 - A sterile fortune and a barren bed Attend you both : continual discord make Your days and nights bitter, and grievous still ! May the hard hand of a vexatious need Oppress and grind you ; till at last you find The curse of disobedience all your portion.
Strana 86 - Burthensome to itself, a few years longer, To lose it, may be, at last in a lewd quarrel For some new friend, treacherous and false as thou art ! No, this vile world and I have long been jangling, And cannot part on better terms than now, When only men like thee are fit to live in't.
Strana 53 - My life, my health, my liberty, my all! How shall I welcome thee to this sad place? How speak to thee the words of joy and transport? How run into thy arms •withheld by fetters ? Or take thee into mine, while I'm thus manacled And pinion'd like a thief or murderer...
Strana 88 - No, I'll esteem it as a friend's last legacy ; Treasure it up within this wretched bosom, Where it may grow acquainted with my heart, That when they meet they start not from each other. So, now for thinking. A blow...
Strana 25 - Lead me, lead me, my virgins! To that kind voice. My lord, my love, my refuge! Happy my eyes, when they behold thy face: My heavy heart will leave its doleful beating At sight of thee, and bound with sprightful joys.