Bell's British Theatre: Comus, by J. Milton. ... Love in a village, by I. Bickerstaff[e1797 |
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... Stat . Oh for a dagger , a draught of poison , flames ! Swell heart ! break , break , thou wretched stubborn thing ! Now by the sacred fire I'll not be held ! Why do you wish my life , yet stifle me for Want of air Pray give me leave to ...
... Stat . Oh for a dagger , a draught of poison , flames ! Swell heart ! break , break , thou wretched stubborn thing ! Now by the sacred fire I'll not be held ! Why do you wish my life , yet stifle me for Want of air Pray give me leave to ...
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... Stat . Away , and let me die : ' Twas but my fondness , ' t was my easy nature , Would have excus'd him.— Are not his falsehoods and Statira's wrongs A subject canvass'd in the mouths of millions ? The babbling world can talk of nothing ...
... Stat . Away , and let me die : ' Twas but my fondness , ' t was my easy nature , Would have excus'd him.— Are not his falsehoods and Statira's wrongs A subject canvass'd in the mouths of millions ? The babbling world can talk of nothing ...
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... Stat . Roxana then enjoys my perjur'd love , Roxana clasps my monarch in her arms , Dotes on my conq'ror , my dear lord , my king ! Oh , ' t is too much ! by Heaven I cannot bear it ! She clasps him all - she , the curst happy she- I'll ...
... Stat . Roxana then enjoys my perjur'd love , Roxana clasps my monarch in her arms , Dotes on my conq'ror , my dear lord , my king ! Oh , ' t is too much ! by Heaven I cannot bear it ! She clasps him all - she , the curst happy she- I'll ...
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... Stat . I swear , and heaven be witness to my vow ! Never from this sad hour , never to see Nor speak , no , nor , if possible , to think Of Alexander more . This is my vow , And when I break it Sys . Do not ruin all . [ Kneels . Stat ...
... Stat . I swear , and heaven be witness to my vow ! Never from this sad hour , never to see Nor speak , no , nor , if possible , to think Of Alexander more . This is my vow , And when I break it Sys . Do not ruin all . [ Kneels . Stat ...
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... Stat . Oh , fear not that ! I know he will be kind , For my sake kind , to you and Parisatis . Tell him I rail'd not at his falsehood to me , But with my parting breath spoke kindly of him Tell him I wept at our divided loves , And ...
... Stat . Oh , fear not that ! I know he will be kind , For my sake kind , to you and Parisatis . Tell him I rail'd not at his falsehood to me , But with my parting breath spoke kindly of him Tell him I wept at our divided loves , And ...
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Page 47 - 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.
Page 34 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity, that, when a soul is found sincerely so, a thousand. liveried angels lackey her, driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, and, in clear dream and solemn vision, tell her of things that no gross ear can hear...
Page 34 - Till all be made immortal : but when lust, By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk, But most by lewd and lavish act of sin, Lets in defilement to the inward parts, The soul grows clotted by contagion, Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite lose The divine property of her first being.
Page 31 - Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
Page 66 - And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon. Mortals, that would follow me, Love Virtue ; she alone is free. She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
Page 32 - That musing meditation most affects The pensive secrecy of desert cell, Far from the cheerful haunt of men and herds, And sits as safe as in a senate-house ; For who would rob a hermit of his weeds, His few books, or his beads, or maple dish...
Page 56 - 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...
Page 48 - 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.
Page 23 - 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.
Page 44 - I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death...