The New British Theatre: A Selection of Original Dramas, Not Yet Acted, Tom 4

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Strona 342 - Black fate hangs o'er thee from th' avenging gods, Imperial Troy from her foundations nods ; Whelm'd in thy country's ruins shalt thou fall, And one devouring vengeance swallow all." When Paris thus : " My brother and my friend, Thy warm impatience makes thy tongue offend. In other battles I deserved thy...
Strona 341 - Death is the worst; a fate which all must try; And for our country, 'tis a bliss to die. The gallant man, though slain in fight he be, Yet leaves his nation safe, his children free; Entails a debt on all the grateful state; His own brave friends shall glory in his fate; His wife live honour'd, all his race succeed, And late posterity enjoy the deed!
Strona 343 - O Hector! late thy parents' pride and joy, The boast of nations! the defence of Troy! To whom her safety and her fame she owed Her chief, her hero, and almost her god!
Strona 58 - IN Cupid's school whoe'er would take degree, Must learn his rudiments, by reading me. Seamen with sailing arts their vessels move ; Art guides the chariot, art instructs to love.
Strona 102 - Mow, child, I have long intended to make a tender of my love to you, and have several times, indeed, been on the point of explaining myself ; but having a consummate deal of an odd sort of a — a — modesty 1 may call it, — deuce take me if I could utter a word. Lucy. Modesty! a very pretty gentleman...
Strona 343 - His heart and eyes with flaming fury glow: But present to his aid, Apollo shrouds The favour'd hero in a veil of clouds. Thrice struck Pelides with indignant heart, Thrice in impassive air he plunged the dart; The spear a fourth time buried in the cloud. He foams with fury, and exclaims aloud: "Wretch! thou hast 'scaped again; once more thy flight Has saved thee, and the partial god of light. But long thou shalt not thy just fate withstand, If any power assist Achilles
Strona 341 - Dian had despatch'd her dart, And shot the shining mischief to the heart: Then many a hero had not press'd the shore, Nor Troy's glad fields been fatten'd with our gore: Long, long shall Greece...
Strona 339 - Achaians mourn. This is not all: Patroclus, on the shore Now pale and dead, shall succour Greece no more. Fly to the fleet, this instant fly, and tell The sad Achilles, how his loved-one fell: He too may haste the naked corse to gain: The arms are Hector's, who despoil'd the slain.
Strona 71 - Mel. Indeed ? — Alas ! then, poor Melissa. Har. Ah, kill me not by so ungenerous a thought — I am not, cannot be a counterfeit in my love to thee. 1 merely alluded to my having taken the name of Moreton, and for purposes you are sufficiently acquainted with. Mel.

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