The dramatic works of ... George Granville |
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Strana 8
... look on yonder camp , Behold what heaps of dead , without one wound ; Behold how like the dead the living look , So near their end , that they who wait their friends To the last rites , are burnt on the fame pile : The sturdy Greeks ...
... look on yonder camp , Behold what heaps of dead , without one wound ; Behold how like the dead the living look , So near their end , that they who wait their friends To the last rites , are burnt on the fame pile : The sturdy Greeks ...
Strana 9
... look to't , For once I give your humour way - but know , Chryfes must have justice , Chal . Doubt it not Chryfes ... looks ? Why weeps my love , whofe fimiles are all my joy ? Thofe eyes that went to dance at my approach , And fparkle on ...
... look to't , For once I give your humour way - but know , Chryfes must have justice , Chal . Doubt it not Chryfes ... looks ? Why weeps my love , whofe fimiles are all my joy ? Thofe eyes that went to dance at my approach , And fparkle on ...
Strana 11
... look abroad , But pale and fad , winks with a feeble light Upon our camp , as fick with human blood . Chru . Would ... looks : Ev'n in the midst of our transporting bliss , Where all's devoted to immortal love , In those dear arms ...
... look abroad , But pale and fad , winks with a feeble light Upon our camp , as fick with human blood . Chru . Would ... looks : Ev'n in the midst of our transporting bliss , Where all's devoted to immortal love , In those dear arms ...
Strana 15
... look our strong battalions , and fo fall Whole ranks at once , and the dead lie on heaps . O Phoebus ! stay thy hand that shoots unseen ; All peftilence , all fevers are from thee , These shafts are thine , reftrain thy murd'ring wrath ...
... look our strong battalions , and fo fall Whole ranks at once , and the dead lie on heaps . O Phoebus ! stay thy hand that shoots unseen ; All peftilence , all fevers are from thee , These shafts are thine , reftrain thy murd'ring wrath ...
Strana 24
... look'd her beauteous eyes Cafting forth light and tears together . Ag . You told it not as a thing fixt and certain . Ulyf . Not wholly fixt , but fcarce to be avoided . To tears fucceeded rage , like claps of thunder , And then a calm ...
... look'd her beauteous eyes Cafting forth light and tears together . Ag . You told it not as a thing fixt and certain . Ulyf . Not wholly fixt , but fcarce to be avoided . To tears fucceeded rage , like claps of thunder , And then a calm ...
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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
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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...