The Works of the Author of The Night-thoughts: In Three Volumes, Volume 2F. and C. Rivington ; Otridge and Son ; J. Nichols ; J. Sewell ; Longman and Rees ; Cadell and Davies ; G. and J. Robinson ; Vernor and Hood ; J. Walker ; J. Scatcherd ; Ogilvy and Son ; T. Hurst ; J. Mawman ; J. Nunn ; J. Cuthell ; W.J. and J. Richardson ; and J. Bookham, 1802 |
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... Gaze on her with both eyes so ardently ! Give them the vultures ; tear them all in pieces ! ZANGA . [ Aside . ] Most excellent ! ALONZO . Hark ! you can keep a secret . In yonder arbour bound with jessamin ; Who's that ? What villain's ...
... Gaze on her with both eyes so ardently ! Give them the vultures ; tear them all in pieces ! ZANGA . [ Aside . ] Most excellent ! ALONZO . Hark ! you can keep a secret . In yonder arbour bound with jessamin ; Who's that ? What villain's ...
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... gaze , and I forget my own existence ; ' Tis all a vision ; my head swims in heav'n . Wherefore , O ! wherefore , this expence of beauty ? And wherefore ? O ! Why , I could gaze upon thy looks for ever , And drink in all my being from ...
... gaze , and I forget my own existence ; ' Tis all a vision ; my head swims in heav'n . Wherefore , O ! wherefore , this expence of beauty ? And wherefore ? O ! Why , I could gaze upon thy looks for ever , And drink in all my being from ...
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... gaze . O , what a sight is here ! How dreadful fair ! Who would not think that Being innocent ? Where shall I strike ? Who strikes her , strikes himself . My own life - blood will issue at her wound . 0 my distracted heart ! -O cruel ...
... gaze . O , what a sight is here ! How dreadful fair ! Who would not think that Being innocent ? Where shall I strike ? Who strikes her , strikes himself . My own life - blood will issue at her wound . 0 my distracted heart ! -O cruel ...
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... mighty loss ; repair it with my love . ALONZO . Thy love ? Thou piece of witchcraft ! —I would say , Thou brightest angel ! I could gaze for ever . Where hadst thou this ? Enchantress , tell me where 82 THE REVENGE .
... mighty loss ; repair it with my love . ALONZO . Thy love ? Thou piece of witchcraft ! —I would say , Thou brightest angel ! I could gaze for ever . Where hadst thou this ? Enchantress , tell me where 82 THE REVENGE .
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... . This is the only way I would wound thee , Tho ' most unjust . Now think me guilty still . Enter ISABELLA . ALONZO . Bear her to instant help : The world to save her ! LEONORA . Unhappy man ! well may'st thou gaze and A TRAGEDY . 91.
... . This is the only way I would wound thee , Tho ' most unjust . Now think me guilty still . Enter ISABELLA . ALONZO . Bear her to instant help : The world to save her ! LEONORA . Unhappy man ! well may'st thou gaze and A TRAGEDY . 91.
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ALONZO Alvarez ambition angels ANTIGONUS art thou beneath bleeds blest bliss blood blood divine bosom brother call'd crime CURTIUS dæmons dare dark dead death DEMETRIUS deny'd despair divine Don Carlos dost dreadful dust DYMAS earth empire ERIXENE eternal Ev'n ev'ry Exit fair fate father fear flame fond fool gaze give glory gods good-natur'd grave grief groan guilt happiness hast hear heart heav'n hope hour human immortal ISABELLA KING LEONORA life's lord LORENZO mortal NARCISSA nature nature's ne'er night numbers o'er pain pangs passion peace PERICLES PERSEUS Philip POSTHUMIUS pow'r praise pride rage reason rise Rome scene shew sigh skies smile song soul speak stab sting strike tears thee theme thine thou thought Thrace Thracian thro throne tomb tremble triumph Twas vengeance virtue weep wing wisdom wise wounds wretched ZANGA
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Page 214 - tis madness to defer; Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life Procrastination is the thief of time ; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Page 232 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ; And ask them, what report they bore to heaven ; And how they might have borne more welcome news. Their answers form what men Experience call ; If Wisdom's friend, her best ; -if not, worst foe.
Page 203 - How much is to be done ! My hopes and fears Start up alarmed, and o'er life's narrow verge Look down — on what ? A fathomless abyss, A dread eternity, how surely mine ! And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour ? How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful is man...
Page 215 - Tis not in folly not to scorn a fool, And scarce in human wisdom to do more. All promise is poor dilatory man, And that through every stage. When young, indeed...
Page 206 - And is it in the flight of threescore years To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust? A soul immortal, spending all her fires, Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness, Thrown into tumult, raptured, or alarm'd At aught this scene can threaten or indulge, Resembles ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.
Page 202 - Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
Page 354 - Horrid with frost, and turbulent with storm, Blows autumn, and his golden fruits, away: Then melts into the spring : soft spring, with breath Favonian, from warm chambers of the south, Recalls the first. All, to re-flourish, fades ; As in a wheel, all sinks, to re-ascend. Emblems of man, who passes, not expires. With this minute distinction, emblems just, Nature revolves, but man advances ; both Eternal ; that a circle, this a line. That gravitates, this soars. Th' aspiring soul, Ardent, and tremulous,...
Page 255 - Smitten friends Are angels sent on errands full of love ; For us they languish, and for us they die...
Page 351 - Who lives to nature, rarely can be poor ; Who lives to fancy, never can be rich. Poor is the man in debt ; the man of gold, In debt to fortune, trembles at her power.
Page 205 - Life's theatre as yet is shut, and Death, Strong Death, alone can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And make us, embryos of existence, free.