The dramatic works of ... George Granville |
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Strana 3
... honours of the field , Than venture all his fortune at a caft , And fight like Hannibal , to lose at last . Young princes obstinate to win the prize , Tho ' yearly beaten , yearly yet they rise : Old monarchs tho ' fuccefsful , ftill in ...
... honours of the field , Than venture all his fortune at a caft , And fight like Hannibal , to lose at last . Young princes obstinate to win the prize , Tho ' yearly beaten , yearly yet they rise : Old monarchs tho ' fuccefsful , ftill in ...
Strana 12
... honours from the king . Chru . Alas , he feeks not honours : all his thoughts Are bent on heaven , devoted to the gods ; Tho ' in his hand he bears a golden fcepter , Tho ' on his reverend head a crown he wears , The marks of his high ...
... honours from the king . Chru . Alas , he feeks not honours : all his thoughts Are bent on heaven , devoted to the gods ; Tho ' in his hand he bears a golden fcepter , Tho ' on his reverend head a crown he wears , The marks of his high ...
Strana 13
... honours might perhaps move other men , But oh ! his rigid virtue , nice , fevere , Allows to nature nothing . Ag . If ... honour and our peace , and would restore Health to our foldiers , to our arms fuccess . Retire , my fair , nor vex ...
... honours might perhaps move other men , But oh ! his rigid virtue , nice , fevere , Allows to nature nothing . Ag . If ... honour and our peace , and would restore Health to our foldiers , to our arms fuccess . Retire , my fair , nor vex ...
Strana 14
... honour once we fought ; But the new mode is women Curfed fex ! Of all our plagues , the worst : nor will our camp Be free , whilft there's one woman left . Ag . Old age may make us all thus Cynical , But Neftor once was young , and then ...
... honour once we fought ; But the new mode is women Curfed fex ! Of all our plagues , the worst : nor will our camp Be free , whilft there's one woman left . Ag . Old age may make us all thus Cynical , But Neftor once was young , and then ...
Strana 15
... honours here , what praise in after - times , What love of men , what favour of the gods , Will crown thy pious deeds , who looking down With aking heart on thy griev'd people's fuff'ring , Haft vow'd to give whate'er the gods exact ...
... honours here , what praise in after - times , What love of men , what favour of the gods , Will crown thy pious deeds , who looking down With aking heart on thy griev'd people's fuff'ring , Haft vow'd to give whate'er the gods exact ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
Achilles afide againſt Agamemnon Airy Amadis Angelica Anto Antonio Arcab Arcabon Arcal Arcalaus arms Atrides Baff Baffa Baffanio Bellamour beſt bleffing Brifeis Chalcas charms chooſe Chru Chrufeis Clever Conft Conftantia Courtall curfe dear ducats Eurybates ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes fafe falfe fame fate feem fervants fhall fifters fight fince firſt flave fome fool foul Fred ftand ftill fuch fure fword give gods Grat Gratiano hand heart heaven himſelf honour juſt king lady Dorimen laſt leaſt loft lover Lucinda madam moſt mufic muſt myſelf Neft Neftor Neriffa never Oriana paffion paſt Patroclus pleaſe pleaſure Portia pow'r Prate prieſt reaſon rife ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe ſhould Shyl Shylock Sir Toby ſpeak ſtage ſtand ſtay ſtill ſtrange Talthybius thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand Ulyf Ulyffes Vaunter woman worfe yourſelf
Populárne pasáže
Strana 148 - And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help : Go to, then ; you come to me, and you say Shylock, we would have moneys...
Strana 3 - Thine be the laurel then j thy blooming age Can beft, if any can, fupport the ftage ; Which fo declines, that fhortly we may fee Players and plays reduc'd to fecond infancy. Sharp to the world, but thoughtlefs of renown, They plot not on the ftage, but on the town, And, in defpair their empty pit to fill, Set up fome foreign monfter in a bill. Thus they jog on, ftill tricking, never thriving, And murd'ring plays, which they mifcal reviving. Our fenfe is nonfenfe, thro...
Strana 222 - Blame them who wound, and not your flave who dies: If we may love, then fure we may declare ; If we may not, ah ! why are you fo fair ? Who can unmov'd behold that heavenly face, Thofe radiant eyes, and that rcfiftlcfs grace i OK i AN A.
Strana 209 - What faid I not, upon the fatal night, When you avow'd your meditated flight ? ^Was it your love that prompted you to part, To leave me dying, and to break my heart ? See whom you fled, inhuman and ingrate, Repent your folly, but repent too late.
Strana 231 - Love had been yours, to die had been my part : Thus Fate divides the prize; though Beauty's mine, Yet Fame, our other mistress, is more thine.
Strana 228 - Wrong not my virtue, to fuppofe that I Can grant to love, what duty muft deny ; A father's will is wanting, and my...
Strana 211 - Frefti from her Wound: Pale Horror and Affright Seiz'd the falfe Man, confounded at the Sight, Trembling he gaz'd...
Strana 230 - sa burthen to himfelf and you, Fate and the king all other means deny To fet you free, but that Conftantius die : A Roman arm had play'da...
Strana 211 - Banifh'd from joy, from empire, and from light; In death involve me, and in endlefs night, But keep— that odious objeft— from my fight.
Strana 200 - Friendfhip, efteem, be yours ; bereft before Of all my love, what can I offer more ? Your rival's image in your worth I view, And what I lov'd in him, efteem in you ; Had your complaint been...