The Works of the Author of The Night-thoughts, Τόμος 2J. Cundee, 1802 |
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Σελίδα 6
... lost the master in that name . ZANGA . Hear then : ' Tis twice three years since that great man ( Great let me call him , for he conquer'd me ) Made me the captive of his arm in fight : He slew my father , and threw chains o'er me ...
... lost the master in that name . ZANGA . Hear then : ' Tis twice three years since that great man ( Great let me call him , for he conquer'd me ) Made me the captive of his arm in fight : He slew my father , and threw chains o'er me ...
Σελίδα 22
... thee for the pain it gave me : But as I felt the pain , I'll reap the fruit ; I'll shine out in my turn , and shew the world Thy great example was not lost upon me . Be it enough , that I have once beeg In 22 THE REVENGE .
... thee for the pain it gave me : But as I felt the pain , I'll reap the fruit ; I'll shine out in my turn , and shew the world Thy great example was not lost upon me . Be it enough , that I have once beeg In 22 THE REVENGE .
Σελίδα 22
... thee for the pain it gave me : But as I felt the pain , I'll reap the fruit ; I'll shine out in my turn , and shew the world Thy great example was not lost upon me . Be it enough , that I have once been guilty 22 THE REVENGE .
... thee for the pain it gave me : But as I felt the pain , I'll reap the fruit ; I'll shine out in my turn , and shew the world Thy great example was not lost upon me . Be it enough , that I have once been guilty 22 THE REVENGE .
Σελίδα 30
... lost her ; should you lose her too , Why then you heap new torments on your friend , By that respect which labour'd to relieve him . ' Tis well ; he is disturb'd ; it makes him pause . [ Aside . ALONZO . Think'st thou , my Zanga ...
... lost her ; should you lose her too , Why then you heap new torments on your friend , By that respect which labour'd to relieve him . ' Tis well ; he is disturb'd ; it makes him pause . [ Aside . ALONZO . Think'st thou , my Zanga ...
Σελίδα 48
... . O curse of curses ! in the lap of blessing To be most curst ! - -My Leonora's false ! ZANGA . Save me , my lord . ALONZO . My Leonora's false . [ Gives him the letter . ZANGA . Then heav'n has lost its image here on 48 THE REVENGE .
... . O curse of curses ! in the lap of blessing To be most curst ! - -My Leonora's false ! ZANGA . Save me , my lord . ALONZO . My Leonora's false . [ Gives him the letter . ZANGA . Then heav'n has lost its image here on 48 THE REVENGE .
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The Works of the Author of the Night-Thoughts, Vol. 2 of 4 (Classic Reprint) Edward Young Δεν υπάρχει διαθέσιμη προεπισκόπηση - 2017 |
The Works of the Author of the Night-Thoughts, Vol. 2 of 4 (Classic Reprint) Edward Young Δεν υπάρχει διαθέσιμη προεπισκόπηση - 2017 |
Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
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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Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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...
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 202 - Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
Σελίδα 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,...
Σελίδα 255 - Smitten friends Are angels sent on errands full of love ; For us they languish, and for us they die...
Σελίδα 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.
Σελίδα 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.