Werter. A Tragedy: As Performed at the Theatres-Royal, Bath, Bristol, Covent-Garden and DublinP. Cooney, 1786 - 60 pages |
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... itself it fought applaufe- But at this moment it expands with pride , Since it is applauded by the man it loves ! Oh ! it would rather hear his honest praife , Than all the tributes of a flattering world ! ALBERT . How could I curfe my ...
... itself it fought applaufe- But at this moment it expands with pride , Since it is applauded by the man it loves ! Oh ! it would rather hear his honest praife , Than all the tributes of a flattering world ! ALBERT . How could I curfe my ...
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... itself would be a poor conceit Of Albert's happiness ! CHA ARLOTTE Nay , talk not thus It ftings me to the foul , to hear thee chide . Love's deepest wounds , affiction's fharpeft pangs ,! Would be indulgence to reproof from thee ! 12 ...
... itself would be a poor conceit Of Albert's happiness ! CHA ARLOTTE Nay , talk not thus It ftings me to the foul , to hear thee chide . Love's deepest wounds , affiction's fharpeft pangs ,! Would be indulgence to reproof from thee ! 12 ...
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... itself ! Onry Charlotte Is there no hope of pardon ? CHARLOTT " Cruel , cruel hour ! And muft I lofe thee , Werter !. WERTER . Tell Albert to forgive me , For I have injur'd and abus'd him much : Forgive me too thyfelf ! -could I but ...
... itself ! Onry Charlotte Is there no hope of pardon ? CHARLOTT " Cruel , cruel hour ! And muft I lofe thee , Werter !. WERTER . Tell Albert to forgive me , For I have injur'd and abus'd him much : Forgive me too thyfelf ! -could I but ...
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Werter. a Tragedy. as Performed at the Theatres-Royal, Bath, Bristol, Covent ... FREDERICK. REYNOLDS No preview available - 2018 |
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affliction angel art thou bleffings bleft blifs breaft caufe cauſe ceaſe chang'd CHARLOTT E CHARLOTTE CHARLOTTE Charlotte's death deferves deſpair doft e'er Enter ALBERT Enter CHARLOTTE Enter WERTER Exeunt Exit fatal fate fcene fear fecret feek fenfe fhall fhare fhew figh fince fmile folus fome foon footh forrow fpeak ftill ftorm ftruggles fubdue fuch fudden fupport grief guilt happineſs happy day heart heaven hence himſelf honour hope hopeleſs itſelf laft laſt LAURA leave lefs LEUTHROP light'ning liv'd lofe look Manheim mercy merit midſt moft moſt muft muſt myſelf never night o'er paffion paft pangs paufe peace pity pleaſures praife praiſe profpect purpoſe reafon ſcene SCENE ALBERT's Apartment ſhall ſhare ſhould ſpeak ſtill ſtorm tell tempeft thee thefe theſe thine thofe Thou art thought thy foul tortur'd torture Twas twill virtue Walheim weep wifh'd woes Wou'd wounds wretch
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Page 45 - All night I stood on the shore. I saw her by the faint beam of the moon. All night I heard her cries. Loud was the wind; the rain beat hard on the hill. Before morning appeared, her voice was weak. It died away, like the evening breeze among the grass of the rocks.
Page 46 - The flower hangs its heavy head, waving, at times, to the gale. ' Why dost thou awake me, O gale?' it seems to say, ' I am covered with the drops of heaven. The time of my fading is near, the blast that shall scatter my leaves. To-morrow shall the traveller come ; he that saw me in my beauty shall come. His eyes will search the field, but they will not find me.
Page 46 - Why doft thou awake me, O gale? It .feems to fay, I am covered with the drops of heaven. The time of my fading is near, and the blaft that fhall fcatter my leaves. To-morrow fhall the traveller come ; he that faw me in my beauty fhall come; his eyes will fearch the field but they will not find me.
Page 15 - Tis Charlotte only that has made thee thus — She is the origin of all thy woes ! Wer. Perish the thought ! — I am myself the cause ; Thou art the lovely soother of my cares ; My guardian angel ! sent by pitying fieav'n To compensate my every other ill ; — And yet there is another that should claim My warmest gratitude.
Page 46 - Sea, to refcue his Daura or die. Sudden a Blaft from the Hill comes over the Waves. He funk, and he rofe no more. Alone, on the fea-beat Rock, my Daughter was heard to complain. Frequent and loud were her Cries ; nor could her Father relieve her. All Night I flood on the Shore.
Page 56 - I'm not that dupe, that easy, placid fool Thy falsehood wish'd ! no, I'll exert my powers, Enforce my rights, and be a tyrant too : Yes; mark me, madam : I charge thee on thy truth, Nay, on thy peril, never to be seen Or found in converge with thy minion more.
Page 53 - Who long has lov'd, long watch'd my crurl heart, Offended and incens'd ! — ah ! there's the rock On which my shatter'd vessel will be crush'd ; Reproof from Albert will afflict me more Than all my sorrows past. Enter ALBERT. Alb. The more I think, the more I am perplex'd — E'en now I met Sebastian at the portal, And...
Page 57 - When, angry Heaven, shall thy vengeance cease ? When shall this little victim be allow'd A momentary calm — never, never — Yet something — myself shall save him from The horrid deed. Enter WERTER (supported In, LEUTHROP.) Wer.
Page 30 - Plunge deep in sorrow; millions of fathoms deep; And gorge upon despair ! 'twill satisfy The hungry soul, and leave it nothing wanting ! Seb. Oh Heaven ! the thought of leaving all his soul holds dear Has, for a while, depriv'd him of his senses: We must delude him hence. Wer. Look, look, and read ; 'Tis fate's dire volume ! and on the bloody page, Self-murder's doom'd damnation...
Page 60 - Shall wafh thy rankling wounds — thefe hands—- ah look, His eye-balls roll ! he trembles in his fliroud— He is alive I and all will fti'.l be well.