Remorse: A Tragedy, in Five ActsW. Pople, 1813 - 72 páginas |
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... thought it right to record this cir- cumstance ; but I turn gladly and with sincere gratitude to the converse . In the close of last year I was advised to present the Tragedy once more to the Theatre . Accordingly having altered the ...
... thought it right to record this cir- cumstance ; but I turn gladly and with sincere gratitude to the converse . In the close of last year I was advised to present the Tragedy once more to the Theatre . Accordingly having altered the ...
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... thought presumptuous in me to speak of the Actors : yet how can I abstain , feel- ing , as I do , Mrs. GLOVER's powerful assistance , and knowing the circumstances under which she consented to act Alha- dra ? A time will come , when ...
... thought presumptuous in me to speak of the Actors : yet how can I abstain , feel- ing , as I do , Mrs. GLOVER's powerful assistance , and knowing the circumstances under which she consented to act Alha- dra ? A time will come , when ...
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... thoughts ! Thy dying father comes upon my soul With that same look , with which he gave thee to me ; I held thee in my arms a powerless babe , While thy poor mother with a mute entreaty Fixed her faint eyes on mine . Ah not for this ...
... thoughts ! Thy dying father comes upon my soul With that same look , with which he gave thee to me ; I held thee in my arms a powerless babe , While thy poor mother with a mute entreaty Fixed her faint eyes on mine . Ah not for this ...
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... wildness , which Teresa noticing , checks her enthusiasm , and in a sooth- ing half - playful tone and manner , apologizes for her fancy , by the little tale in the parenthesis . ] Smile at him from Oh what a thought ! my 6 REMORSE :
... wildness , which Teresa noticing , checks her enthusiasm , and in a sooth- ing half - playful tone and manner , apologizes for her fancy , by the little tale in the parenthesis . ] Smile at him from Oh what a thought ! my 6 REMORSE :
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... thought ! my arms ? ( Clasping her forehead . Vald . A thought ? even so ! mere thought ! an empty thought . The very week he promised his return- Ter . ( abruptly . ) Was it not then a busy joy ? to see him , After those three years ...
... thought ! my arms ? ( Clasping her forehead . Vald . A thought ? even so ! mere thought ! an empty thought . The very week he promised his return- Ter . ( abruptly . ) Was it not then a busy joy ? to see him , After those three years ...
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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!