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Strona iv
... minds , may pass for fome kind of fuc- cefs in this way of writing . I am fenfible of the pre- fumption I am guilty of by this hope , and how much it is that I pretend to in your Grace's approbation ; if it be my good fortune to meet ...
... minds , may pass for fome kind of fuc- cefs in this way of writing . I am fenfible of the pre- fumption I am guilty of by this hope , and how much it is that I pretend to in your Grace's approbation ; if it be my good fortune to meet ...
Strona 15
... me unlade my breaft , Pour out the fulness of my foul before you ; Shew every tender , every grateful thought , This wond'rous goodness ftirs . But ' tis impoffible , " Are in thy mind ; thy noble fathe " ACT I. AS THE FAIR PENITENT .
... me unlade my breaft , Pour out the fulness of my foul before you ; Shew every tender , every grateful thought , This wond'rous goodness ftirs . But ' tis impoffible , " Are in thy mind ; thy noble fathe " ACT I. AS THE FAIR PENITENT .
Strona 16
William Jones. " Are in thy mind ; thy noble fathe " Spring freshly forth , and bloffom i " Alt . Thus Heav'n from nothi creation , " And then , with wondrous joy , be " Well pleas'd to see the excellence Sci . O , noble youth ! I fwear ...
William Jones. " Are in thy mind ; thy noble fathe " Spring freshly forth , and bloffom i " Alt . Thus Heav'n from nothi creation , " And then , with wondrous joy , be " Well pleas'd to see the excellence Sci . O , noble youth ! I fwear ...
Strona 27
... mind , adorn thee ever ; But there are fuch , fuch falfe ones , in the world , " Twould fill thy gentle foul with wild amazement To hear their story told . Lav . Falfe ones , my lord ! 400 Hor . Fatally fair they are , and in their ...
... mind , adorn thee ever ; But there are fuch , fuch falfe ones , in the world , " Twould fill thy gentle foul with wild amazement To hear their story told . Lav . Falfe ones , my lord ! 400 Hor . Fatally fair they are , and in their ...
Strona 28
... mind is loft for e Luc . Why do you follow ftill that That has mifled your weary steps , an Benighted in a wildernefs of woe , That falfe Lothario ? Turn from the Turn , and behold where gentle Altan " Kind as the fofteft virgin of our ...
... mind is loft for e Luc . Why do you follow ftill that That has mifled your weary steps , an Benighted in a wildernefs of woe , That falfe Lothario ? Turn from the Turn , and behold where gentle Altan " Kind as the fofteft virgin of our ...
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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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Strona 26 - Ohy woman! lovely woman! nature made thee .To temper man : we had been brutes without you. Angels are painted fair, to look like you : There's in you all that we believe of Heaven, Amazing brightness, purity, and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
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Strona 29 - That's my wish too: For then, my Pierre, I might have cause with pleasure To play the hypocrite. Oh! how I could weep Over the dying dotard, and kiss him too, In hopes to smother him quite; then, when the time Was come to pay my sorrows at his funeral, For he has already made me heir to treasures, Would make me out-act a real widow's whining...
Strona 15 - A sterile fortune and a barren bed Attend you both : continual discord make Your days and nights bitter, and grievous still ! May the hard hand of a vexatious need Oppress and grind you ; till at last you find The curse of disobedience all your portion.
Strona 86 - Burthensome to itself, a few years longer, To lose it, may be, at last in a lewd quarrel For some new friend, treacherous and false as thou art ! No, this vile world and I have long been jangling, And cannot part on better terms than now, When only men like thee are fit to live in't.
Strona 53 - My life, my health, my liberty, my all! How shall I welcome thee to this sad place? How speak to thee the words of joy and transport? How run into thy arms •withheld by fetters ? Or take thee into mine, while I'm thus manacled And pinion'd like a thief or murderer...
Strona 88 - No, I'll esteem it as a friend's last legacy ; Treasure it up within this wretched bosom, Where it may grow acquainted with my heart, That when they meet they start not from each other. So, now for thinking. A blow...
Strona 25 - Lead me, lead me, my virgins! To that kind voice. My lord, my love, my refuge! Happy my eyes, when they behold thy face: My heavy heart will leave its doleful beating At sight of thee, and bound with sprightful joys.