Cæsar in Egypt; Flora; or, Hob in the well; School boy; Xerxes; Venus and Adonis; Papal tyranny; Damon and PhillidaJ. Rivington and Sons, 1777 |
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Strana 267
... Pand . Hail , you anointed deputies of heaven ! Peace , health and benedictions crown your days ! To thee , King John , our high commiflion speaks , From our most holy father Innocent , Servant of fervants , and the lord of kings , I ...
... Pand . Hail , you anointed deputies of heaven ! Peace , health and benedictions crown your days ! To thee , King John , our high commiflion speaks , From our most holy father Innocent , Servant of fervants , and the lord of kings , I ...
Strana 268
... Pand . Are fubjects to their prince more bound in duty , Than is that prince in duty bound to heav'n ? K. John . las heav'n depriv'd all Chriftian kings of fenfe ? Or have they eyes , and yet no right to use them ? Shall free - born ...
... Pand . Are fubjects to their prince more bound in duty , Than is that prince in duty bound to heav'n ? K. John . las heav'n depriv'd all Chriftian kings of fenfe ? Or have they eyes , and yet no right to use them ? Shall free - born ...
Strana 269
... Pand . O ! impious , O prophane , apoftate rage ! My Christian ears are tortur'd with the found ! K. Philip . Brother of England , this avow'd contempt Of facred pow'r , but ill accords that faith Implicit , which her royal fons profess ...
... Pand . O ! impious , O prophane , apoftate rage ! My Christian ears are tortur'd with the found ! K. Philip . Brother of England , this avow'd contempt Of facred pow'r , but ill accords that faith Implicit , which her royal fons profess ...
Strana 271
... Pand . Thus then to thee , to thee ! O filial France ! Our holy church commits her bleeding cause ! O ! top the homeward paffage of this heretic ! Roufe all the warrior in thy righteous heart , To stem this wild apoftate's perfecution ...
... Pand . Thus then to thee , to thee ! O filial France ! Our holy church commits her bleeding cause ! O ! top the homeward paffage of this heretic ! Roufe all the warrior in thy righteous heart , To stem this wild apoftate's perfecution ...
Strana 272
... Pand . Myriads of faints , and angels rang'd on high , Shall clap their facred wings , and ' plaud thy piety . [ Exeunts 4 W Trumpets . Enter Dauphin with Blanch . Blanch . O fatal day ! are thefe thy promifes ? Is then that facred ...
... Pand . Myriads of faints , and angels rang'd on high , Shall clap their facred wings , and ' plaud thy piety . [ Exeunts 4 W Trumpets . Enter Dauphin with Blanch . Blanch . O fatal day ! are thefe thy promifes ? Is then that facred ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
Acho Adon Afide Aran arms Artabanus Arthur Cæfar Cafar caufe cauſe charms Cimon Cleo Cleopatra Conft conqueft Cornelia cou'd crown dare Dauph dear death Decius defire Egypt England Enter ev'n Exeunt Exit eyes fafe Falconbridge fame fate fave fcorn fear fecret fecure feems fenfe fhall fhou'd fighs fince flave fmiles fome forrow foul fpeak fpirit France Friend ftand ftill fuch fure fword give glory gods guard heart heav'n himſelf holy honour hope Hubert huſband King John loft lord Madam Mardonius Melun muft muſt never o'er paffion Pand Pandulph peace Philip Photinus pleaſure Pompey Pompey's pow'r prefent Ptol Ptolomey revenge Rome Salif ſhall Sir Tho ſpeak ſtill Tamira thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand vengeance virtue Whofe wou'd Xerxes
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Strana 278 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Strana 107 - I have for ever loft my uncle's favour, and have now no friend but you -Shou'd you hereafter eftrange your heart from me, I am wretched indeed Reflect on what I've laid, excufe my fufpicions, and remember there is no return of feafons in love.
Strana 105 - I'm in a thoufand frights ! Bet, This is downright provoking.! Sir, fince you fee there's no hopes of my lady, if you can fettle the leaft tip of your heart upon her humble fervant, I'll be over .the wall in a twinkling. . , Flo. Hold, hold ; rather than you fliould break your neck, . I will venture Well, here I am,.
Strana 90 - ... has thrown the poor fellow that brought it into the great well — and fwears if any body offers to help him out, without his order, he'll throw them in after him. Flo. Well, if I am here alive, I thought it wou'd come to nothing — It vexes the heart of me. Bet. But come, Madam, don't be wholly difcouraged, for John tells.- me, 'tis, a hundred to one but the fellow's drowned: Flo.
Strana 281 - I had a thing to say, — but let it go ; The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day, Attended with the pleasures of the world, Is all too wanton, and too full of gauds, To give me audience.
Strana 93 - en vor zartain ; I dan't knaw but it may prove the death of me ; I'll zue him next hizi-prizis, an't cost me vorty VOL.
Strana 30 - The wretch that fears to drown, will break thro' flames ; Or, in his dread of flames, will plunge in waves. When eagles are in view, the screaming doves Will cower beneath the feet of man for safety.
Strana 96 - ... disguised, Servant, and Country People. Fri. If this disguise does not conceal me Ser. You'll then be out of countenance to no purpose, Sir: — But pray, Sir, what do you propose by turning ballad-singer ? Fri. I do propose that Flora shall know me by my voice, and that consequently her wits will soon be at work to come at me. Ser. Well, Sir, but of what use can I be ? for I can no more sing than I can fast. Fri, But you can help to draw other gaping fools about me.
Strana 261 - ... Arthur's ruin made her pompous dowry! Thou dost abuse my ear, it cannot be! I have a Monarch's oath to right my cause, And 'twere to wrong thy master, to believe thee!' 'Const. My hopes! bid the lost wretch with broken limbs, Extended on the wheel, to hope for mercy! Hopes I have none! — ' 'Const. Content! to thy vile wrongs be patient! no; Were thou, in temper wayward, foul in feature, Deform'd, that ev'n thy birth disgrac'd thy mother! Yet, as my child, my heart would feel my usage ! But...
Strana 188 - Th' all-seeing power that made thee mortal, gave Thee every thing a mortal state should have. DRYDEN. Foreknowledge only is enjoy'd by heaven ; And, for his peace of mind, to man forbidden: Wretched were life if he foreknew his doom; Even joys foreseen give pleasing hope no room, And griefs assured are felt before they come.