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... hand of hoary Time . You to the port with speed , ' tis possible Some vessel is arrived . Heaven grant it bring Talings , which Carlos may receive with joy ! Enter Don ALVAREZ and LEONORA . Alt . Don Carlos , I am labouring in your fa ...
... hand of hoary Time . You to the port with speed , ' tis possible Some vessel is arrived . Heaven grant it bring Talings , which Carlos may receive with joy ! Enter Don ALVAREZ and LEONORA . Alt . Don Carlos , I am labouring in your fa ...
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... hand is mine - Oh , what a hand is here ! So soft , souls sink into it , and are lost ! Leon . In tears , my lord ? Alon . What less can speak my joy ? I gaze , and I forget my own existence : ' Tis all a vision - my head swims in ...
... hand is mine - Oh , what a hand is here ! So soft , souls sink into it , and are lost ! Leon . In tears , my lord ? Alon . What less can speak my joy ? I gaze , and I forget my own existence : ' Tis all a vision - my head swims in ...
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... hand , Which held the steel in vain ! What can be done ? - Where can I fix ? -That's something still - ' twill breed Fell rage and bitterness betwixt their souls , Which may , perchance , grow up to greater evil : If not , ' tis all I ...
... hand , Which held the steel in vain ! What can be done ? - Where can I fix ? -That's something still - ' twill breed Fell rage and bitterness betwixt their souls , Which may , perchance , grow up to greater evil : If not , ' tis all I ...
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... hand Hurled proud Darius like a star from Heaven , With lesser lights around him , flaming down , And bid the laurelled sons of Macedonia Drink their own Ganges ! Per . Give him his helmet , brother , [ Aside to DEM . King . You lead ...
... hand Hurled proud Darius like a star from Heaven , With lesser lights around him , flaming down , And bid the laurelled sons of Macedonia Drink their own Ganges ! Per . Give him his helmet , brother , [ Aside to DEM . King . You lead ...
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... hand alone . Per . Nor need I more : That hand's enough , that brings a sceptre in it . I scorn a prince , who weds with meaner views . Her duty's mine , and I conceive small pain From your sweet error , that her love is your's . I'm ...
... hand alone . Per . Nor need I more : That hand's enough , that brings a sceptre in it . I scorn a prince , who weds with meaner views . Her duty's mine , and I conceive small pain From your sweet error , that her love is your's . I'm ...
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Popular passages
Page 566 - I do not think my sister so to seek, Or so unprincipled in virtue's book, And the sweet peace that goodness bosoms ever, As that the single want of light and noise (Not being in danger, as I trust she is not) Could stir the constant mood of her calm thoughts, And put them into misbecoming plight.
Page 570 - 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 564 - 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 563 - The star that bids the shepherd fold Now the top of heaven doth hold ; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream ; And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole ; Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east.
Page 569 - I was all ear, !(« And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death.
Page 570 - 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. Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe...
Page 574 - Hours Thither all their bounties bring. There eternal Summer dwells, And west winds with musky wing About the cedarn alleys fling Nard and cassia's balmy smells.
Page 565 - Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots ; Their port was more than human, as they stood : I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i
Page 572 - 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 565 - And yet is most pretended : in a place Less warranted than this, or less secure, I cannot be, that I should fear to change it. Eye me, blest Providence, and square my trial To my proportioned strength ! Shepherd, lead on.