The little French lawyer. The tragedy of Valentinian. Monsieur Thomas. The chances. The tragedy of Rollo, duke of Normandy. The wild-goose chase. A wife for a month. The lovers' progress. The pilgrim. The captain. The prophetess. The queen of Corinth. The tragedy of Bonduca. The knight of the burning pestle. Love's pilgrimage. The double marriage. The maid in the mill. The knight of MaltaJohn Stockdale, 1811 |
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... heart ? ] Former copies . We must either read " hark ! " for " heart ? " or rather believe there has been some omission from delicacy . 29 A thousand alarms fall upon my quarters . ] Larums are often used by our Authors for alarms , and ...
... heart ? ] Former copies . We must either read " hark ! " for " heart ? " or rather believe there has been some omission from delicacy . 29 A thousand alarms fall upon my quarters . ] Larums are often used by our Authors for alarms , and ...
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... heart now , there it sits and rules , And methinks ' tis a pleasure to obey it . Acius [ aside ] . This is a mask to cozen me : I know you , And how far you dare do ; no Roman further , Nor with more fearless valour ; and I'll watch ...
... heart now , there it sits and rules , And methinks ' tis a pleasure to obey it . Acius [ aside ] . This is a mask to cozen me : I know you , And how far you dare do ; no Roman further , Nor with more fearless valour ; and I'll watch ...
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... heart , my wither'd heart ! Fear , fear , thou Fear the just gods ! I have my peace ! [ Dies . Val . More drink ! A thousand April showers fall in my bosom ! How dare ye let me be tormented thus ? Away with that prodigious body 53. Gods ...
... heart , my wither'd heart ! Fear , fear , thou Fear the just gods ! I have my peace ! [ Dies . Val . More drink ! A thousand April showers fall in my bosom ! How dare ye let me be tormented thus ? Away with that prodigious body 53. Gods ...
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... heart , which is your goodness , [ too , I have forc'd into her , won a place prepar'd And willingly to give it ever harbour ; Believe she's so much yours , and won by miracle , ( Which is by age ) so deep a stamp set on her By your ...
... heart , which is your goodness , [ too , I have forc'd into her , won a place prepar'd And willingly to give it ever harbour ; Believe she's so much yours , and won by miracle , ( Which is by age ) so deep a stamp set on her By your ...
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... heart . Your leave , Alice . You have it , sir . Hylas . A shrewd smart touch ! which does prognosticate A body keen and active : Somewhat old , But that's all one ; age brings experience And knowledge to dispatch . Imust be better ...
... heart . Your leave , Alice . You have it , sir . Hylas . A shrewd smart touch ! which does prognosticate A body keen and active : Somewhat old , But that's all one ; age brings experience And knowledge to dispatch . Imust be better ...
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Alin Alph Aretus bless brave brother Cæsar Clari Cleander Cler Clora danger dare Daugh Decius Delph devil Dinant Diocles Dioclesian dost Drusius Duke Ecius Enter Euph Exeunt Exit fair faith Farewell father fear fool for't fortune Fred Gent gentleman Geta give handsome hang hast hath hear heart Heav'n Hengo honest honour hope Hylas John Julio kiss La-Writ lady leave Lelia live look lord Lucina Lycias madam Maid Mart master merry mistress musick ne'er Nennius never Niger night noble on't Pedro Phil Phorba Pinac poor Pray Prithee Ralph Rollo SCENE servant Seward shew sirrah soldier Sorano soul speak Suet sure sweet sword Sympson tell thank thee Theod there's thing thou art thro Twas twill unto vex'd wench Wife woman word
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Página 251 - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon ; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
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