The modern British drama, 第 2 卷1811 |
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... tremble lest you should be mine ? For what else can you tremble ? Not for that My father places in your power to alter . Alon . What's in my power ? Oh , yes ; to stab my friend ! Leon . To stab your friend were barbarous in- deed ...
... tremble lest you should be mine ? For what else can you tremble ? Not for that My father places in your power to alter . Alon . What's in my power ? Oh , yes ; to stab my friend ! Leon . To stab your friend were barbarous in- deed ...
第6页
... tremble with a feeble moan , And love with fate divide my dying groan . [ Exit . SCENE I. - Continues . Enter Don MANUEL and ZANGA . Zan . If this be true , I cannot blame your pain For wretched Carlos ; ' tis but human in you . But ...
... tremble with a feeble moan , And love with fate divide my dying groan . [ Exit . SCENE I. - Continues . Enter Don MANUEL and ZANGA . Zan . If this be true , I cannot blame your pain For wretched Carlos ; ' tis but human in you . But ...
第11页
... trembling , dropt it on the ground . Pale and aghast awhile my victim stood , Disguised a sigh or two , and puffed ... tremble , then , for my mistake ? Or give the whole contents , or by the pangs That feed upon my heart , thy life's ...
... trembling , dropt it on the ground . Pale and aghast awhile my victim stood , Disguised a sigh or two , and puffed ... tremble , then , for my mistake ? Or give the whole contents , or by the pangs That feed upon my heart , thy life's ...
第20页
... tremble : But fix thy terror and amazement right ; Not on my blood , but on thy own distraction . What hast thou ... trembles in its urn . Is it in man the sore distress to bear , When hope itself is blackened to despair ; When all the ...
... tremble : But fix thy terror and amazement right ; Not on my blood , but on thy own distraction . What hast thou ... trembles in its urn . Is it in man the sore distress to bear , When hope itself is blackened to despair ; When all the ...
第21页
... tremble ! Has not yet Thy cruel heart its fill ? Poor Leonora- Zan . Welters in blood , and gasps for her last breath . What then ? We all must die . Isa . Alonzo raves , And , in the tempest of his grief , has thrice Attempted on his ...
... tremble ! Has not yet Thy cruel heart its fill ? Poor Leonora- Zan . Welters in blood , and gasps for her last breath . What then ? We all must die . Isa . Alonzo raves , And , in the tempest of his grief , has thrice Attempted on his ...
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第566页 - I do not think my sister so to seek, Or so unprincipled in virtue's book, And the sweet peace that goodness bosoms ever, As that the single want of light and noise (Not being in danger, as I trust she is not) Could stir the constant mood of her calm thoughts, And put them into misbecoming plight.
第570页 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
第564页 - My best guide now : methought it was the sound Of riot and ill-managed merriment, Such as the jocund flute, or gamesome pipe, Stirs up among the loose unletter'd hinds, When, for their teeming flocks, and granges full, In wanton dance they praise the bounteous Pan, And thank the gods amiss.
第563页 - The star that bids the shepherd fold Now the top of heaven doth hold ; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream ; And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole ; Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east.
第569页 - I was all ear, !(« And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death.
第570页 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe...
第574页 - Hours Thither all their bounties bring. There eternal Summer dwells, And west winds with musky wing About the cedarn alleys fling Nard and cassia's balmy smells.
第565页 - Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots ; Their port was more than human, as they stood : I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i
第572页 - Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, Covering the earth with odours, fruits and flocks, Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable, But all to please, and sate the curious taste...
第565页 - And yet is most pretended : in a place Less warranted than this, or less secure, I cannot be, that I should fear to change it. Eye me, blest Providence, and square my trial To my proportioned strength ! Shepherd, lead on.