Bell's British Theatre: Douglas, by J. Home. ... The alchymist, altered from B. Jonson1797 |
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... as ambition does the great ; See how succeeding passions rage by turns , How fierce the youth with joy and rapture burns , And how to death , for beauty lost , he mourns . If Let no nice taste the poet's art arraign , PROLOGUE. ...
... as ambition does the great ; See how succeeding passions rage by turns , How fierce the youth with joy and rapture burns , And how to death , for beauty lost , he mourns . If Let no nice taste the poet's art arraign , PROLOGUE. ...
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... rage was dumb , and wanted words ; But when the storm found way , ' twas wild and loud . Mad as the priestess of the Delphic god , Enthusiastic passion swell'd her breast , Enlarg'd her voice , and ruffled all her form . Proud and ...
... rage was dumb , and wanted words ; But when the storm found way , ' twas wild and loud . Mad as the priestess of the Delphic god , Enthusiastic passion swell'd her breast , Enlarg'd her voice , and ruffled all her form . Proud and ...
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... Rage is the shortest passion of our souls : Like narrow brooks that rise with sudden show'rs , It swells in haste , and falls again as soon ; Still as it ebbs the softer thoughts flow in , And the deceiver Love supplies its place . 4I ...
... Rage is the shortest passion of our souls : Like narrow brooks that rise with sudden show'rs , It swells in haste , and falls again as soon ; Still as it ebbs the softer thoughts flow in , And the deceiver Love supplies its place . 4I ...
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... rage within thee , and deform thy reason . Enter ALTAMONT . Alt . Begone , my cares , I give you to the winds , Far to be borne , far from the happy Altamont ; " For from this sacred æra of my love , " A better order of succeeding days ...
... rage within thee , and deform thy reason . Enter ALTAMONT . Alt . Begone , my cares , I give you to the winds , Far to be borne , far from the happy Altamont ; " For from this sacred æra of my love , " A better order of succeeding days ...
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... rage is vain ; for if your fame Or peace be with your care , you must be calm , And listen to the means are left to save ' em . ' Tis now the lucky minute of your fate . By me your genius speaks , by me it warns you , Never to see that ...
... rage is vain ; for if your fame Or peace be with your care , you must be calm , And listen to the means are left to save ' em . ' Tis now the lucky minute of your fate . By me your genius speaks , by me it warns you , Never to see that ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Alic Altamont Anna arms beauty behold bless bosom brave breast brother Cæsar Calista Cato Cato's charms Child Maurice Curiatius curse dear death Decius dost thou Douglas dreadful e'er Enter Ev'n ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes fair FAIR PENITENT fame fatal fate father fear foes fond forgive friendship gentle give Glen Glenalvon Glost grace grief hand happy hear heart Heav'n honour Horatia JANE SHORE Juba live look Lord HASTINGS Loth Lothario lov'd Lucia Lucius maid Marcia Marcus never NICHOLAS ROWE noble Norval Numidian o'er passion peace Pharsalia pity Portius pow'r prince rage Roman Roman senate Rome SCENE Sciolto scorn Sempronius shalt shame sorrows soul speak sword Syph Syphax tears tell tender thee thine thou art thou hast thought Twas Valeria vengeance virtue weep woes wretch youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 77 - It must be so — Plato, thou reason'st well! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality? Or whence, this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; Tis heav'n itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man: Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes and...
Seite 77 - ... there is all Nature cries aloud Through all her works). He must delight in virtue ; And that which He delights in must be happy. But when ? or where ? This world was made for Caesar — I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them.
Seite 77 - The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a power above us — And that there is, all nature cries aloud Through all her works — He must delight in virtue; And that which He delights in must be happy.
Seite 77 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age and nature sink in years : But thou shall flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter and the crush of worlds.
Seite 31 - My voice is still for war. Gods ! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slavery or death ? No ; let us rise at once, gird on our swords, And, at the head of our remaining troops, Attack the foe, break through the thick array Of his thronged legions, and charge home upon him.
Seite 45 - Honour's a sacred tie, the law of kings, The noble mind's distinguishing perfection, That aids and strengthens virtue, where it meets her, And imitates her actions, where she is not : It ought not to be sported with.
Seite 25 - Tis not a set of features, or complexion, The tincture of a skin, that I admire. Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.
Seite viii - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
Seite 33 - Afric's heat, and season'd to the sun; Numidia's spacious kingdom lies behind us, Ready to rise at its young prince's call. While there is hope, do not distrust the gods ; But wait, at least, till Caesar's near approach Force us to yield.
Seite 73 - How beautiful is death when earned by virtue ! Who would not be that youth ? What pity is it That we can die but once to serve our country...