Cato: A Tragedy. As it is Acted at the Theatre-Royal in Drury-Lane, by His Majesty's ServantsJ. Tonson: and sold, 1733 - 83 páginas |
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... Still with the Heroe's glow'd the Poet's Flame , Still with his Conquefts you enlarg'd your Fame . With boundless Raptures here the Mufe cou'd fwell , And on your ROSAMOND for ever dwell : There There op'ning Sweets , and ev'ry fragrant ...
... Still with the Heroe's glow'd the Poet's Flame , Still with his Conquefts you enlarg'd your Fame . With boundless Raptures here the Mufe cou'd fwell , And on your ROSAMOND for ever dwell : There There op'ning Sweets , and ev'ry fragrant ...
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... Example . He loves our Sifter Marcia , greatly loves her , His Eyes , his Looks , his Actions all betray it : But still the fmother'd Fondness burns within him . [ Afide . When When moft it fwells , and labours for a Vent CATO . 21.
... Example . He loves our Sifter Marcia , greatly loves her , His Eyes , his Looks , his Actions all betray it : But still the fmother'd Fondness burns within him . [ Afide . When When moft it fwells , and labours for a Vent CATO . 21.
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... Still muft I cherish the dear , fad , Remembrance , At once to torture , and to please my Soul : The good old King at parting wrung my Hand , ( His Eyes brim - full of Tears ) then fighing cry'd , Pr'ythee be careful of my Son ! -- -.0 ...
... Still muft I cherish the dear , fad , Remembrance , At once to torture , and to please my Soul : The good old King at parting wrung my Hand , ( His Eyes brim - full of Tears ) then fighing cry'd , Pr'ythee be careful of my Son ! -- -.0 ...
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... still grow bright , and smile with happier Hours . So the pure limpid Stream , when foul with Stains Of rufhing Torrents and defcending Rains , Works it felf clear , and as it runs , refines ; ' Till by Degrees the floating Mirrour ...
... still grow bright , and smile with happier Hours . So the pure limpid Stream , when foul with Stains Of rufhing Torrents and defcending Rains , Works it felf clear , and as it runs , refines ; ' Till by Degrees the floating Mirrour ...
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... Still fmoke with Blood . ' Tis time we fhould decree What Course to take . Our Foe advances on us , And envies us ev❜n Libya's fultry Defarts . Fathers , pronounce your Thoughts , are they ftill fixt To hold it out , and fight it to ...
... Still fmoke with Blood . ' Tis time we fhould decree What Course to take . Our Foe advances on us , And envies us ev❜n Libya's fultry Defarts . Fathers , pronounce your Thoughts , are they ftill fixt To hold it out , and fight it to ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Afide Arms behold Blood Breaft Cafar Cato Cato's Caufe Cauſe Charms Compaffion confefs cou'd Curfe Death Decius doft thou dreadful Ev'n ev'ry Exit Eyes fafe fall'n Fame Fate Fear fecret fhall fhew fhines fhou'd firft fome Friends Friendſhip frike ftand ftill fuch fuffer fure fwell gen'rous give Gods Greatneſs Grief Grone hear Heart Heav'n Honour Juba's juft laft laſt Liberty live loft Love Lucia Lucius Maid Mankind Marc Marcia Marcus muft muſt Number Numidian o'er Paffion pleaſe Pleaſure Portius Praife Prefence preferve Prince raiſe Reaſon Reft rife Roman Roman Senate Rome SCENE SCENE Semp Sempronius Senate ſhall Sorrows Souls College ſpeak ſtill Succefs Sword Syph Syphax Tears thee theſe Thirſt thofe thoſe Thoughts thouſand thy Brother thy Father thy felf thy Soul tremble Utica Virtue Vows whilft Woes World wou'd wou'dft thou Youth
Pasajes populares
Página 77 - I'm weary of conjectures :—this must end them. [Laying his hand on his sword.] Thus am I doubly armed : my death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me. This in a moment brings me to an end; But this informs me I shall never die.
Página 63 - 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 39 - Rome fall a moment ere her time? No, let us draw her term of freedom out In its full length, and spin it to the last, So shall we gain still one day's liberty; And let me perish, but in Cato's judgment, A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty, Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
Página 41 - Your high, unconquer?d heart makes you forget You are a man. You rush on your destruction. But I have done. When I relate hereafter The tale of this unhappy embassy, All Rome will be in tears.
Página 41 - 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 29 - 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 62 - Severity, and justice in its rigour; This awes an impious, bold, offending world, Commands obedience and gives force to laws. When by just vengeance guilty mortals perish, The gods behold their punishment with pleasure.
Página 22 - Pardon a weak, distemper'd soul, that swells With sudden gusts, and sinks as soon in calms, The sport of passions — but Sempronius comes: He must not find this softness hanging on me.
Página 67 - Rush in at once, and seize upon your prey. Let not her cries or tears have force to move you. How will the young Numidian rave, to see His mistress lost! If aught could glad my soul, Beyond th' enjoyment of so bright a prize, 'Twould be to torture that young gay barbarian.
Página 56 - Oh stop those sounds, Those killing sounds ! why dost thou frown upon me ? My blood runs cold, my heart forgets to heave, And life itself goes out at thy displeasure. The...