Jones's British Theatre, Tom 2Chambers, 1795 |
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Strona 17
... eyes a piteous fhow'r of tears let fall , And then the figh'd , as if her heart were breaking . With all the tend'reft eloquence of love I begg'd to be a sharer in her grief : But fhe , with looks averfe , and eyes that froze me , Sadly ...
... eyes a piteous fhow'r of tears let fall , And then the figh'd , as if her heart were breaking . With all the tend'reft eloquence of love I begg'd to be a sharer in her grief : But fhe , with looks averfe , and eyes that froze me , Sadly ...
Strona 23
... eyes ; Waking I dream , or I beheld Lothario ; He feem'd conferring with Califta's woman : At my approach they started , and retir'd . What business could he have here , and with her ? I know he bears the noble Altamont Profest and ...
... eyes ; Waking I dream , or I beheld Lothario ; He feem'd conferring with Califta's woman : At my approach they started , and retir'd . What business could he have here , and with her ? I know he bears the noble Altamont Profest and ...
Strona 24
... eyes . Lucilla shall conduct you , if you are kind enough to let me fee you ; it shall be the last trouble ' you shall meet with from · The loft Califta . ' The loft , indeed ! for thou art gone as far As there can be perdition . Fire ...
... eyes . Lucilla shall conduct you , if you are kind enough to let me fee you ; it shall be the last trouble ' you shall meet with from · The loft Califta . ' The loft , indeed ! for thou art gone as far As there can be perdition . Fire ...
Strona 25
... eyes Severely rais'd to Heav'n ? The fick man thus , Acknowledging the fummons of his fate , Lifts up his feeble hands and eyes for mercy , And with confufion thinks upon his exit . Hor . Oh , no ! thou haft mistook my fickness quite ...
... eyes Severely rais'd to Heav'n ? The fick man thus , Acknowledging the fummons of his fate , Lifts up his feeble hands and eyes for mercy , And with confufion thinks upon his exit . Hor . Oh , no ! thou haft mistook my fickness quite ...
Strona 30
... our good , guard me from men , " From their deceitful tongues , their vows , and flat- teries ; " Still let me pafs neglected by their eyes , " Let my bloom wither , and my form decay , " That none may think it worth his while to.
... our good , guard me from men , " From their deceitful tongues , their vows , and flat- teries ; " Still let me pafs neglected by their eyes , " Let my bloom wither , and my form decay , " That none may think it worth his while to.
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againſt Almeria Alphonfo Altamont Art thou bafe becauſe behold Belvidera blefs bofom breaft Califta caufe cauſe Chriftian curfe curs'd dagger dear death doft thou Enter ev'n ev'ry Exit eyes facred fafe FAIR PENITENT falfe fate father fave fear fecret feen fenate fhall fhould figh fince firft firſt flave fome forrows foul friendſhip ftill fuch fuffer fure fwear fword Gons happineſs heart Heav'n Heli honour huſband Jaffier juft King laft laſt lefs loft lord Loth Lothario moft mourn muft muſt myſelf Nacky ne'er Ofman Ofmyn Oraf paffion peace Pier pity pleaſure pow'r reft Sciolto ſee ſhall ſhame ſhe ſpeak ſtill tears tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand truft Twas twill Venice VENICE PRESERVED villain virtue weep wiſh wretch Zara
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