The Works of John Sheffield, Earl of Mulgrave, Marquis of Normanby, and Duke of Buckingham: In Two Volumes, 1 tomasT. Wotton, 1740 - 368 psl. |
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... fair ALMERIA'S Blood . When griev'd ORONTES , whose unhappy Flame Is known to all who e'er converse with Fame , His Mind poffefs'd by Fury and Despair , Within the facred Temple made this Prayer : Great Deity ! Who in thy Hands do'st ...
... fair ALMERIA'S Blood . When griev'd ORONTES , whose unhappy Flame Is known to all who e'er converse with Fame , His Mind poffefs'd by Fury and Despair , Within the facred Temple made this Prayer : Great Deity ! Who in thy Hands do'st ...
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... fair ALMERIA fhin'd above the reft . From her bright Eyes to feel a hopeless Flame , Was of our Youth the most ambitious Aim ; Her Chains were Marks of Honour to the Brave , She made a Prince whene'er fhe made a Slave . Love , under ...
... fair ALMERIA fhin'd above the reft . From her bright Eyes to feel a hopeless Flame , Was of our Youth the most ambitious Aim ; Her Chains were Marks of Honour to the Brave , She made a Prince whene'er fhe made a Slave . Love , under ...
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... fair Hands fuftain'd me in my Ev'n Tears of Pity waited on my Moan , Chains : And tender Looks were caft on me alone . My Hopes and Dangers were less mine than hers , Those fill'd her Soul with Joys , and these with Fears : Our Hearts ...
... fair Hands fuftain'd me in my Ev'n Tears of Pity waited on my Moan , Chains : And tender Looks were caft on me alone . My Hopes and Dangers were less mine than hers , Those fill'd her Soul with Joys , and these with Fears : Our Hearts ...
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... fair . But I in vain flatter my wounded Mind ; Never was Nymph fo lovely , or so kind : No cold Repulfes my Defires fupprefs'd ; I feldom figh'd , but on ALMERIA's Breaft : Of all the Paflions which Mankind destroy , I only felt Excess ...
... fair . But I in vain flatter my wounded Mind ; Never was Nymph fo lovely , or so kind : No cold Repulfes my Defires fupprefs'd ; I feldom figh'd , but on ALMERIA's Breaft : Of all the Paflions which Mankind destroy , I only felt Excess ...
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... Fair afflicted foon perceives my Tears , Explains my Sighs , and thence concludes my Fears : With fad Prefages of her hopeless Cafe , She reads her Fate in my dejected Face ; Then feels my Torment , and neglects her own , While I am ...
... Fair afflicted foon perceives my Tears , Explains my Sighs , and thence concludes my Fears : With fad Prefages of her hopeless Cafe , She reads her Fate in my dejected Face ; Then feels my Torment , and neglects her own , While I am ...
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The Works of John Sheffield, Earl of Mulgrave, Marquis of Normanby ..., 1 tomas John Sheffield Duke of Buckingham Visos knygos peržiūra - 1740 |
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againſt ANTONY Athens becauſe befides beft beſt BUCKINGHAMIA CÆSAR CASCA CASSIUS Caufe Cauſe CESAR Charms CITIZEN Death DECIUS BRUTUS deferve Defire Deſpair DOLABELLA e'er elfe ev'n ev'ry Exeunt Eyes facred faid Fame Fate Fault fear feem fhall fhew fhine fhould fince firſt foft fome fometimes Friend Friendſhip ftill ftrong fuch fure Gods greateſt Grief Heart Heav'n himſelf Honour inſpires itſelf Joys juft JUNIA juſt Kindneſs laft laſt leaſt lefs loft lov'd Love LUCILIUS Mankind Mind moft moſt Mufe muft muſt myſelf ne'er noble Nymph o'er Paffion Pity pleaſe Pleaſure POMPEY PORTIA Pow'r Praiſe publick raiſe Reaſon reft reſt Roman Rome ſay SCENE ſeems Senfe ſhall ſhe Soul ſpeak ſtill ſuch tender thee thefe themſelves theſe things thofe thoſe thou Thoughts thouſand TITINIUS TREBONIUS us'd uſe VARIUS Virtue whofe Whoſe wife wiſh World worſe wretched yourſelf
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257 psl. - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
207 psl. - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
257 psl. - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
207 psl. - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
205 psl. - We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he...
206 psl. - And this man Is now become a god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.
205 psl. - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life; but for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
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259 psl. - O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here ! Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.