Remorse: A Tragedy, in Five ActsW. Pople, 1813 - 72 páginas |
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... live o'er again All past hours of delight ! If it be wretched To watch some bark , and fancy Alvar there , To go through each minutest circumstance Of the blest meeting , and to frame adventures Most terrible and strange , and hear him ...
... live o'er again All past hours of delight ! If it be wretched To watch some bark , and fancy Alvar there , To go through each minutest circumstance Of the blest meeting , and to frame adventures Most terrible and strange , and hear him ...
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... lives o'er again In it's effects , and to the guilty spirit The ever frowning Present is it's image . Ter . Traitress ! ( then aside . ) What sudden spell o'ermasters me ? Why seeks he me , shunning the Moorish woman ? [ TERESA looks ...
... lives o'er again In it's effects , and to the guilty spirit The ever frowning Present is it's image . Ter . Traitress ! ( then aside . ) What sudden spell o'ermasters me ? Why seeks he me , shunning the Moorish woman ? [ TERESA looks ...
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... live she in peace ! Her husband - aye her husband ! May this angel New mould his canker'd heart ! -- Assist me , heaven ! That I may pray for my poor guilty brother . END OF THE FIRST ACT . [ Exit . ACT II . SCENE I. A wild and ...
... live she in peace ! Her husband - aye her husband ! May this angel New mould his canker'd heart ! -- Assist me , heaven ! That I may pray for my poor guilty brother . END OF THE FIRST ACT . [ Exit . ACT II . SCENE I. A wild and ...
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... And till his death is proved she will not wed me . Isid . You sport with me , my lord ? Ord . Come , come ! this foolery Lives only in thy looks , thy heart disowns it ! Isid . I can bear this , and any thing A TRAGEDY . 19.
... And till his death is proved she will not wed me . Isid . You sport with me , my lord ? Ord . Come , come ! this foolery Lives only in thy looks , thy heart disowns it ! Isid . I can bear this , and any thing A TRAGEDY . 19.
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... live ? Isid . ( pointing to the distance . ) You see that brooklet ? Trace its course backward : thro ' a narrow opening It leads you to the place . Ord . Isid . You cannot err . Built all around with high dell How shall I know it ? It ...
... live ? Isid . ( pointing to the distance . ) You see that brooklet ? Trace its course backward : thro ' a narrow opening It leads you to the place . Ord . Isid . You cannot err . Built all around with high dell How shall I know it ? It ...
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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 |
Términos y frases comunes
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!