Remorse: A Tragedy, in Five ActsW. Pople, 1813 - 72 páginas |
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... is a poison - tree , that pierced to the inmost Weeps only tears of poison ! ACT I. SCENE J. Second Edition . LONDON : PRINTED FOR W. POPLE , 67 , CHANCERY LANE . 1813 . Price Three Shillings . 16 DEC 1925 FORD W. Pople , Printer , 67.
... is a poison - tree , that pierced to the inmost Weeps only tears of poison ! ACT I. SCENE J. Second Edition . LONDON : PRINTED FOR W. POPLE , 67 , CHANCERY LANE . 1813 . Price Three Shillings . 16 DEC 1925 FORD W. Pople , Printer , 67.
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... scenes , was to his stage unknown . The air - blest castle , round whose wholesome crest , The martlet , guest of summer , chose her nest- The forest walks of Arden's fair domain , Where Jaques fed his solitary vein- No pencil's aid as ...
... scenes , was to his stage unknown . The air - blest castle , round whose wholesome crest , The martlet , guest of summer , chose her nest- The forest walks of Arden's fair domain , Where Jaques fed his solitary vein- No pencil's aid as ...
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... of the civil wars against the Moors , and during the heat of the persecution which raged against them , shortly after the edict which for- bad the wearing of Moresco apparel under pain of Death . " REMORSE . ACT I. SCENE I. The Sea Shore.
... of the civil wars against the Moors , and during the heat of the persecution which raged against them , shortly after the edict which for- bad the wearing of Moresco apparel under pain of Death . " REMORSE . ACT I. SCENE I. The Sea Shore.
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... SCENE I. The Sea Shore on the Coast of Granada . DON ALVAR , wrapt in a Boat Cloak , and Zv- LIMEZ ( a Moresco ) both as just landed . Zul . No sound , no face of joy to welcome us ! Alv . My faithful Zulimez , for one brief moment Let ...
... SCENE I. The Sea Shore on the Coast of Granada . DON ALVAR , wrapt in a Boat Cloak , and Zv- LIMEZ ( a Moresco ) both as just landed . Zul . No sound , no face of joy to welcome us ! Alv . My faithful Zulimez , for one brief moment Let ...
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... SCENE II . Enter TERESA and VALDEZ . Ter . I hold Ordonio dear ; he is your son And Alvar's brother . Val . Love him for himself , Nor make the living wretched for the dead . Ter . I mourn that you should plead in vain , Lord Valdez ...
... SCENE II . Enter TERESA and VALDEZ . Ter . I hold Ordonio dear ; he is your son And Alvar's brother . Val . Love him for himself , Nor make the living wretched for the dead . Ter . I mourn that you should plead in vain , Lord Valdez ...
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Remorse: A Tragedy, in Five Acts (Classic Reprint) Samuel Taylor Coleridge Sin vista previa disponible - 2018 |
Remorse: A Tragedy, in Five Acts (Classic Reprint) Samuel Taylor Coleridge Sin vista previa disponible - 2017 |
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Alhad ALHADRA Alvar anguish art thou assassin babe bless blood brother Captur'd cavern Chancery Lane chasm coward curse dare dark dead dear death didst dost doth dream dungeon dup'd Enter TERESA Exeunt Exit faint faith fancy father fear feelings fool groan guilt hath hear heard heart heaven husband innocent innocent voice Isid Isidore kill'd lady light listen liv'd live look round Lord Ordonio Lord Valdez lov'd MONVIEDRO moonlight moonshine Moorish Moors Moresco Mountebank murder murder'd Music Naomi ne'er neck night o'er pang pass'd pause portrait pray REMORSE return'd robes S. T. COLERIDGE SCENE scorn scruple seem'd sleep smile son of Valdez soul speak spirit stept strange sweet sword tale tears There's thing thought thro told torch traitor truth Twas Vald villain voice wake wild wildly wizard woman would'st wretched ZULIMEZ
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Página 62 - THE DUNGEON. And this place our forefathers made for man! This is the process of our love and wisdom, To each poor brother who offends against us — Most innocent, perhaps — and what if guilty? Is this the only cure? Merciful God! Each pore and natural outlet...
Página 2 - Remorse is as the heart in which it grows : If that be gentle, it drops balmy dews Of true repentance ; but if proud and gloomy, It is a poison-tree, that pierced to the inmost Weeps only tears of poison.
Página 62 - With other ministrations thou. O nature! 20 Healest thy wandering and distempered child: Thou pourest on him thy soft influences. Thy sunny hues, fair forms, and breathing sweets, Thy melodies of woods, and winds, and waters, Till he relent, and can no more endure 25 To be a jarring and a dissonant thing, Amid this general dance and minstrelsy; But, bursting into tears, wins back his way. His angry spirit healed and harmonized By the benignant touch of love and beauty.
Página 34 - Cease thy swift toils ! Since haply thou art one Of that innumerable company Who in broad circle, lovelier than the rainbow, Girdle this round earth in a dizzy motion...
Página 62 - Circled with evil, till his very soul Unmoulds its essence, hopelessly deformed By sights of evermore deformity ! With other ministrations thou, 0 Nature, Healest thy wandering and distempered child : Thou pourest on him thy soft influences, Thy sunny hues, fair forms, and breathing sweets, Thy melodies of woods, and winds, and waters ! Till he relent, and can no...
Página 26 - Time, as he courses onwards, still unrolls The volume of Concealment. In the Future, As in the optician's glassy cylinder, The indistinguishable blots and colours Of the dim Past collect and shape themselves, Upstarting in their own completed image To scare or to reward.
Página 63 - With other ministrations thou, O Nature ! Healest thy wandering and distempered child : Thou pourest on him thy soft influences, Thy sunny hues, fair forms, and breathing sweets ; Thy melodies of woods, and winds, and waters ! Till he relent, and can no more endure To be a jarring and a dissonant thing Amid this general dance and minstrelsy ; But, bursting into tears, wins back his way, His angry spirit healed and harmonized By the benignant touch of love and beauty.
Página 62 - Then we call in our pamper'd mountebanks — And this is their best cure! uncomforted And friendless solitude, groaning and tears, And savage faces, at the clanking hour Seen through the steams and vapour of his dungeon, By the lamp's dismal twilight!