The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an Introductory Essay Upon His Philosophical and Theological Opinions, 7 tomasHarper & brothers, 1864 |
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... Illyrian Chieftain . CASIMIR , Son of KIUPRILI . CHEF RAGOZZI , a Military Commander . ZAPOLYA , Queen of Illyria . ZAPOLYA . SCENE I - Front of the Palace with.
... Illyrian Chieftain . CASIMIR , Son of KIUPRILI . CHEF RAGOZZI , a Military Commander . ZAPOLYA , Queen of Illyria . ZAPOLYA . SCENE I - Front of the Palace with.
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... Illyria , Useless to thee , ' tis worthless to myself . Thou art the framer of my nobler being ; Nor does there live one virtue in my soul , One honorable hope , but calls thee father . Yet ere thou dost resolve , know that yon palace ...
... Illyria , Useless to thee , ' tis worthless to myself . Thou art the framer of my nobler being ; Nor does there live one virtue in my soul , One honorable hope , but calls thee father . Yet ere thou dost resolve , know that yon palace ...
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... Illyria , In good time come ye hither , if ye come As ' loyal men with honorable purpose To mourn what can alone be ... Illyrians ! that I forded Your thaw - swoln torrents , when the shouldering ice Fought with the foe , and stained its ...
... Illyria , In good time come ye hither , if ye come As ' loyal men with honorable purpose To mourn what can alone be ... Illyrians ! that I forded Your thaw - swoln torrents , when the shouldering ice Fought with the foe , and stained its ...
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... Illyria's sceptre Demands a manly hand , a warrior's grasp . The queen Zapolya's self - expected offspring At least is doubtful and of all our nobles , The king inheriting his brother's heart , Hath honored us the most . Your rank , my ...
... Illyria's sceptre Demands a manly hand , a warrior's grasp . The queen Zapolya's self - expected offspring At least is doubtful and of all our nobles , The king inheriting his brother's heart , Hath honored us the most . Your rank , my ...
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... Illyria , Hear and avenge me ! Hear me , Twice ten years have I Stood in your presence , honored by the king ; Beloved and trusted . Is there one among you Accuses Raab Kiuprili of a bribe ? Or one false whisper in his sovereign's ear ...
... Illyria , Hear and avenge me ! Hear me , Twice ten years have I Stood in your presence , honored by the king ; Beloved and trusted . Is there one among you Accuses Raab Kiuprili of a bribe ? Or one false whisper in his sovereign's ear ...
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