The Dramatic Works of James Sheridan Knowles, Volume 1E. Moxon, 1841 - English drama |
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... sweet , as I came in . Lici . Well , Caius , Farewell ! Caius . Now , that's my own Licinia ! I'll send you letters , love , day after day . Now , that's my own brave girl , to give me a smile ! ' Tis like a sunny morning to a traveller ...
... sweet , as I came in . Lici . Well , Caius , Farewell ! Caius . Now , that's my own Licinia ! I'll send you letters , love , day after day . Now , that's my own brave girl , to give me a smile ! ' Tis like a sunny morning to a traveller ...
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... sweet ! I have neglected Some matters of high duty , just to snatch This look of thee , and those must now be done , Ere I can banquet longer . Lici . Caius , you'll Be with us soon ? Caius . That soon's a feat of time , With shortest ...
... sweet ! I have neglected Some matters of high duty , just to snatch This look of thee , and those must now be done , Ere I can banquet longer . Lici . Caius , you'll Be with us soon ? Caius . That soon's a feat of time , With shortest ...
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... sweet looks , and , bowing to the very belts of our greasy jackets , you exclaim , “ Fair gentle- men ! -kind fellow - citizens ! -loving comrades ! -sweet , worthy , gentle Romans ! -grant us your voices ! " Or , if the enemy is to be ...
... sweet looks , and , bowing to the very belts of our greasy jackets , you exclaim , “ Fair gentle- men ! -kind fellow - citizens ! -loving comrades ! -sweet , worthy , gentle Romans ! -grant us your voices ! " Or , if the enemy is to be ...
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... sweet . Your wretchedness afflicts The heart of Caius . Thousands of brave men , Wandering about the streets of Rome , without Means , or employment to procure them ! Now , We here direct two colonies to be sent To the late conquer'd ...
... sweet . Your wretchedness afflicts The heart of Caius . Thousands of brave men , Wandering about the streets of Rome , without Means , or employment to procure them ! Now , We here direct two colonies to be sent To the late conquer'd ...
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... sweet upon me . I am no child Not to know bitter , for that it is smear'd With honey ! Let me rather see thee scowl A little ; and , when thou dost speak , remind me Of the rough trumpet , more than the soft lute . By Jove ! I can ...
... sweet upon me . I am no child Not to know bitter , for that it is smear'd With honey ! Let me rather see thee scowl A little ; and , when thou dost speak , remind me Of the rough trumpet , more than the soft lute . By Jove ! I can ...
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Page 170 - Scaling yonder peak, I saw an eagle wheeling near its brow, O'er the abyss. His broad expanded wings Lay calm and motionless upon the air, As if he floated there without their aid, By the sole act of his unlorded will, That buoyed him proudly up.
Page 186 - I sat In my boat at night, when midway o'er the lake The stars went out, and down the mountain gorge The wind came roaring, — I have sat and eyed The thunder...
Page 226 - GES. Let him have another. TELL. Why, 'tis better than the first, But yet not good enough for such an aim As I'm to take — 'tis heavy in the shaft; I'll not shoot with it! (Throws it away.) Let me see my quiver. Bring it!
Page 223 - GES. That is your ground. Now shall they measure thence A hundred paces. Take the distance. TELL. Is the line a true one ? GES. True or not, what is't to thee? TELL. What is't to me? A little thing, A very little thing — a yard or two Is nothing here or there — were it a wolf I shot at.
Page 225 - Tell. How looks he? Ver. Clear and smilingly. If you doubt it, look yourself. Tell. No, no, my friend : To hear it is enough. Ver. He bears himself so much above his years — Tell. I know ! I know ! Ver. With constancy so modest — Tell. I was sure he would — Ver.
Page 224 - I cannot see to shoot against the sun — I will not shoot against the sun! Ges. Give him his way! Thou hast cause to bless my mercy. Tell. I shall remember it.
Page 219 - Ges. I would see you make A trial of your skill with that same bow You shoot so well with. Tell.
Page 347 - A gentleman would see his lordship. Tin. How know you, sir, his lordship is at home ? Is he at home because he goes not out ? He's not at home, though there you see him, sir, Unless he...
Page 359 - I'll change my treatment of him. Cross him, where Before I used to humour him. He comes, Poring upon a book.
Page 186 - I have thought of other lands, whose storms Are summer flaws to those of mine, and just Have wished me there, — the thought that mine was free Has checked that wish, and I have raised my head, And cried in thraldom to that furious wind, " Blow on ! This is the land of liberty...