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... light adieu . LEONORA . The mighty conqueror . Dismay'd ! I thought you gave the foe your sorrows . ALONZO . O cruel insult ! are those the tears you sport , Which nothing but a love for you could draw ? Africk I quell'd , in hope by ...
... light adieu . LEONORA . The mighty conqueror . Dismay'd ! I thought you gave the foe your sorrows . ALONZO . O cruel insult ! are those the tears you sport , Which nothing but a love for you could draw ? Africk I quell'd , in hope by ...
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... light , Illustrious from the purpose they pursue . And greater sure my merit , who , to gain A point sublime , can such a task sustain ; To wade through ways obscene , my honour bend , And shock my nature to attain my end : Late time ...
... light , Illustrious from the purpose they pursue . And greater sure my merit , who , to gain A point sublime , can such a task sustain ; To wade through ways obscene , my honour bend , And shock my nature to attain my end : Late time ...
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... light walk ; when soon I heard A rustling in an arbour that was near me : I saw two lovers in each others arms , Embracing and embrac'd : Anon the man Arose ; and , falling back some paces from her , ALONZO . Go , dig her grave . ZANGA ...
... light walk ; when soon I heard A rustling in an arbour that was near me : I saw two lovers in each others arms , Embracing and embrac'd : Anon the man Arose ; and , falling back some paces from her , ALONZO . Go , dig her grave . ZANGA ...
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... light , and cheat them of the peaceful grave . LEONORA . Alas ! my lord , why talk you of the grave ? Your friend is dead ; in friendship you sustain A mighty loss ; repair it with my love . ALONZO . Thy love ? Thou piece of witchcraft ...
... light , and cheat them of the peaceful grave . LEONORA . Alas ! my lord , why talk you of the grave ? Your friend is dead ; in friendship you sustain A mighty loss ; repair it with my love . ALONZO . Thy love ? Thou piece of witchcraft ...
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... master self ; that loves to domineer , And treat the monarch frankly as the slave . How dost thou light a torch to distant deeds ? Make the past , present ; and the future , I 3 A TRAGEDY . 117 For, though she smiles, I sound not her ...
... master self ; that loves to domineer , And treat the monarch frankly as the slave . How dost thou light a torch to distant deeds ? Make the past , present ; and the future , I 3 A TRAGEDY . 117 For, though she smiles, I sound not her ...
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The Works of the Author of the Night-Thoughts, Vol. 2 of 4 (Classic Reprint) Edward Young Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2017 |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 202 - Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
Seite 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,...
Seite 255 - Smitten friends Are angels sent on errands full of love ; For us they languish, and for us they die...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.