The London Theatre: A Collection of the Most Celebrated Dramatic Pieces, Volume 8Whittingham and Arliss, 1815 - English drama |
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... have wash'd thee from my sight , No time shall rase thee from my memory ; No , I will live to be thy monument : The cruel ocean is no more thy tomb ; But in my heart thou art interr'd ; there , 3 ACT 1 . THE MOURNING BRIDE .
... have wash'd thee from my sight , No time shall rase thee from my memory ; No , I will live to be thy monument : The cruel ocean is no more thy tomb ; But in my heart thou art interr'd ; there , 3 ACT 1 . THE MOURNING BRIDE .
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... lives , and is a prisoner . His name ? Zara , Heli . King . Garcia , that search shall be your care : It shall be mine to pay devotion here ; At this fair shrine to lay my laurels down , And raise love's altar on the spoils of war ...
... lives , and is a prisoner . His name ? Zara , Heli . King . Garcia , that search shall be your care : It shall be mine to pay devotion here ; At this fair shrine to lay my laurels down , And raise love's altar on the spoils of war ...
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... live ? Osm . Where is she ? Let me behold and touch her , and be sure " Tis she . Look up , Almeria , bless me with thy eyes ; Look on thy love , thy lover , and thy husband . Alm . I've sworn I'll not wed Garcia : why d'ye force me ...
... live ? Osm . Where is she ? Let me behold and touch her , and be sure " Tis she . Look up , Almeria , bless me with thy eyes ; Look on thy love , thy lover , and thy husband . Alm . I've sworn I'll not wed Garcia : why d'ye force me ...
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... day . Life without love is load , and time stands still : What we refuse to him , to death we give ; And then , then only , when we love , we live . [ Exeunt . ACT THE THIRD . SCENE 1. A Prison . OSMYN 26 ACT 2 . THE MOURNING BRIDE .
... day . Life without love is load , and time stands still : What we refuse to him , to death we give ; And then , then only , when we love , we live . [ Exeunt . ACT THE THIRD . SCENE 1. A Prison . OSMYN 26 ACT 2 . THE MOURNING BRIDE .
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... live , restore him , heav'n ! Give me more weight , crush my declining years With bolts , with chains , imprisonment , and want ; But bless my son ! visit not him for me ! ( It is his hand ! this was his pray'r ; -yet more ) : Let ev'ry ...
... live , restore him , heav'n ! Give me more weight , crush my declining years With bolts , with chains , imprisonment , and want ; But bless my son ! visit not him for me ! ( It is his hand ! this was his pray'r ; -yet more ) : Let ev'ry ...
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Aboan Acas Alcanor Almeria Alphonso arms behold Blandford blood breast Capt Castalio Cham Chamont Char Chiswick Covent Garden Daph dear death dost thou Enter Etan ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes fate father fear Fred Frib give Greg grief Hamet hand happy hear heart heaven honour horror husband Imoinda James king Lackitt Lappet Lieut live look lord Lucy madam Mahomet Mandane marry Mecca Mirvan Monimia Morat Mysis ne'er never Nysa o'er Octar Oroo Oroonoko Osmyn Palmira Polydore pow'r pray Puff rage Re-enter SCENE slave soul speak Stan STANMORE sure sword tears tell thee There's thing THOMAS DIBDIN thou art thou hast thought thousand guineas Timurkan tyrant virtue vows Weldon what's WHITTINGHAM Widow Widow L wife woman wretch wrong'd Zamti Zaph Zaphimri Zaphna Zara Zuph
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Page 19 - Which served to keep her carcase from the cold : So there was nothing of a piece about her. Her lower weeds were all o'er coarsely patch'd , With diff'rent colour'd rags, black, red, white, yellow, And seem'd to speak variety of wretchedness.
Page 29 - Almeria could -Revive, or raise, my people's voice has waken'd. 0 my Antonio, I am all on fire, My soul is up in arms, ready to charge And bear amidst the foe with conqu'ring troops. 1 hear 'em...
Page 18 - And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chillness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice, Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
Page 41 - Had nipp'd ; and with a careful, loving hand, Transplanted her into your own fair garden, Where the sun always shines: there long she...
Page 11 - Chariots of war, adorn'd with glittering gems, Succeed ; and next, a hundred neighing steeds, White as the fleecy rain on Alpine hills ; That bound, and foam, and champ the golden bit, As they disdain'd the victory they grace.
Page 20 - Oh, speak, Speak to it quickly, quickly; speak to me, Comfort me, help me, hold me, hide me, hide me, Leonora, in thy bosom, from the light, : And from my eyes ! Osm.
Page 12 - Tag. Not directly, perhaps; but I may be the means of helping you to it; as for example If you should not like to marry the old man your aunt designs for you, one may find a way to break
Page 20 - Let me not stir, nor breathe, lest I dissolve That tender, lovely form of painted air, So like Almeria. Ha! it sinks, it falls; I'll catch it ere it goes, and grasp her shade. Tislife! 'tis warm! 'tis she! 'tis she herself ! Nor dead nor shade, but breathing and alive!
Page 45 - Couldst thou be Happy, with such a weight upon thy soul? Pol. It may be yet a secret : I'll go try To reconcile and bring Castalio to thee ; Whilst from the world I take myself away, And waste my life in penance for my sin.