The Miscellaneous Works: In Verse and Prose, Volumen2W. Strahan, 1777 |
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... husband's death bewail In fable vesture , peak and veil . GRIDELINE . Forbear thefe foolish freaks , and fee How our good King and Queen agree . Why shou'd not we their steps pursue , And do as our fuperiors do ? Sir TRUSTY . Am I ...
... husband's death bewail In fable vesture , peak and veil . GRIDELINE . Forbear thefe foolish freaks , and fee How our good King and Queen agree . Why shou'd not we their steps pursue , And do as our fuperiors do ? Sir TRUSTY . Am I ...
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... that die , which adds thy name to mine ; Let me then live , join'd to a work of thine . RICHARD STEEL E. * Tender Husband , dedicated to Mr. Addison . D 4 Though TH Hough Cato fhines in Virgil's epic song , Preferibing [ 55 ]
... that die , which adds thy name to mine ; Let me then live , join'd to a work of thine . RICHARD STEEL E. * Tender Husband , dedicated to Mr. Addison . D 4 Though TH Hough Cato fhines in Virgil's epic song , Preferibing [ 55 ]
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... husband ? ABIGA L. I endeavour to make her believe fo , and tell her every time your drum attles , that her husband is chid- ing her for entertaining this new lover . FAN- FANTOM E. Pr'ythee make ufe of all thy art , 5 The HAUNTED HOUSE ...
... husband ? ABIGA L. I endeavour to make her believe fo , and tell her every time your drum attles , that her husband is chid- ing her for entertaining this new lover . FAN- FANTOM E. Pr'ythee make ufe of all thy art , 5 The HAUNTED HOUSE ...
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... husband , after this fair warning he has given you , fhould found you an alarm at mid- night ; then open your curtains with a face as pale as my apron , and cry out with a hollow voice , what doft thou do in bed with this fpindle ...
... husband , after this fair warning he has given you , fhould found you an alarm at mid- night ; then open your curtains with a face as pale as my apron , and cry out with a hollow voice , what doft thou do in bed with this fpindle ...
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... husband ? he never had any reason to be offended at me . I always loved him while he was living , and fhould prefer him to any man , were he fo ftill , Mr. Tinfel is indeed very idle in his talk , but I fancy , Abigal , a discreet woman ...
... husband ? he never had any reason to be offended at me . I always loved him while he was living , and fhould prefer him to any man , were he fo ftill , Mr. Tinfel is indeed very idle in his talk , but I fancy , Abigal , a discreet woman ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ABIGA ABIGA L Abigal adviſe Afide againſt becauſe behold BUTLER Cæfar Cafar caft Cato Cato's caufe charms COACHMAN Conjurer dear death DECIUS doft thou drum Duke of Anjou faid fame FANTOM E Fantome father fatire fecond fecret fenate fenfe fervants fhall fhould firft firſt fome foon forrow foul fpeak fpirit friends ftand ftill ftory fubject fuch fuffer fure fword GARDENER ghoft give GRIDELINE grief hear heart heav'n himſelf houſe huſband JUBA juft KING LADY laft laſt loft LUCIA LUCIU Madam mafter Marcia Marcus moft muft muſt myſelf Numidian o'er occafion paffion perfon pleaſe pleaſure Portius Pr'ythee prefent Prince QUEEN raiſe reafon rife Rofamond Roman Rome ROSAMON SCENE ſee SEMPRONIUS ſhall ſhe ſhow Sir GEORGE Sir TRUSTY ſpeak Syphax tears tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thought thouſand Tinfel TINSE TINSE L VELLU virtue
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Página 159 - ... there is all Nature cries aloud Through all her works). He must delight in virtue ; And that which He delights in must be happy. But when ? or where ? This world was made for Caesar — I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them.
Página 87 - Have faces flush'd with more exalted charms ; The sun that rolls his chariot o'er their heads, Works up more fire and colour in their cheeks : Were you with these, my prince, you'd soon forget, The pale, unripen'd beauties of the north.
Página 84 - What virtues grow from ignorance and choice, Nor how the hero differs from the brute. But grant that others could with equal glory Look down on pleasures, and the baits of sense...
Página 158 - Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread and inward horror Of falling into...
Página 141 - Imaginary ills, and fancy'd tortures ? I hear the sound of feet ! they march this way ! Let us retire, and try if we can drown Each softer thought in sense of present danger. When love once pleads admission to our hearts (In spite of all the virtue we can boast) The woman that deliberates is lost.
Página 140 - tis possible for woman To suffer greater ills than Lucia suffers ? MARCIA. 0 Lucia, Lucia, might my big-swoln heart Vent all its griefs, and give a loose to sorrow Marcia could answer thee in sighs, keep pace • With all thy woes, and count out tear for tear.
Página 136 - Remember, O my friends, the laws, the rights, The generous plan of power deliver'd down, From age to age, by your renown'd forefathers, (So dearly bought, the price of so much blood) O let it never perish in your hands ! But piously transmit it to your children.
Página 102 - Cato, you're in Utica, And at the head of your own little senate ; You don't now thunder in the capitol, With all the mouths of Rome to second you. Cato. Let him consider that who drives us hither. Tis Caesar's sword has made Rome's senate little, And thinn'd its ranks. Alas ! thy dazzled eye Beholds this man in a false glaring light, Which conquest and success...
Página 77 - I'll straight away, And while the fathers of the senate meet In close debate to weigh th' events of war, I'll animate the soldiers' drooping courage, With love of freedom, and contempt of life. Ill thunder in their ears their country's cause, And try to rouse up all that's Roman in 'em.
Página 73 - Remember what our father oft has told us : The ways of Heav'n are dark and intricate ; Puzzled in mazes, and perplex'd with errors, Our understanding traces them in vain, Lost and bewilder'd in the fruitless search ; Nor sees with how much art the windings run, Nor where the regular confusion ends.