The Works of John Sheffield, Earl of Mulgrave, Marquis of Normanby, and Duke of Buckingham |
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Others , ( their frail and mortal State forgot ) Before thy Altars are not to be brought
Without Constraint ; the Noise of dying Rage , Heaps of the sain of ev ' ry Sex and
Age , The The Blade all recking in the Gore it shed , THE TEMPLE OF DEATH ...
Others , ( their frail and mortal State forgot ) Before thy Altars are not to be brought
Without Constraint ; the Noise of dying Rage , Heaps of the sain of ev ' ry Sex and
Age , The The Blade all recking in the Gore it shed , THE TEMPLE OF DEATH ...
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... Our wond ' ring Eyes are dazled with the Blaze ; But Thunder follows , whose
resistless Rage None can withstand , and nothing can assuage ; And all that
Light which those bright Flashes gave , Serves only to conduct us to our Grave .
... Our wond ' ring Eyes are dazled with the Blaze ; But Thunder follows , whose
resistless Rage None can withstand , and nothing can assuage ; And all that
Light which those bright Flashes gave , Serves only to conduct us to our Grave .
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... Those Stars now heavily and Nowly move ; And Sickness triumphs in the
Throne of Love . The Fever ev ' ry Moment more prevails , Its Rage her Body feels
, and Tongue bewails : She , She , whose Disdain so many Lovers prove , Sighs
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... Those Stars now heavily and Nowly move ; And Sickness triumphs in the
Throne of Love . The Fever ev ' ry Moment more prevails , Its Rage her Body feels
, and Tongue bewails : She , She , whose Disdain so many Lovers prove , Sighs
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This Rage within my Veins No Reason can remove ; Of all the Mind ' s most cruel
Pains , The sharpest sure is Love . Yet while I languish so , And on thee vainly
call ; Take heed , fait Cause of all my Woe , What Fate may thee befall .
Ungrateful ...
This Rage within my Veins No Reason can remove ; Of all the Mind ' s most cruel
Pains , The sharpest sure is Love . Yet while I languish so , And on thee vainly
call ; Take heed , fait Cause of all my Woe , What Fate may thee befall .
Ungrateful ...
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Rinaldo The had charm ' d with so much Art , Hers was his Pow ' r , his Person ,
and his Heart ; Honour ' s high Thoughts no more his Mind could move , She
sooth ' d his Rage , and turn ' d it all to Love : When streight a Gust of fierce
Devotion ...
Rinaldo The had charm ' d with so much Art , Hers was his Pow ' r , his Person ,
and his Heart ; Honour ' s high Thoughts no more his Mind could move , She
sooth ' d his Rage , and turn ' d it all to Love : When streight a Gust of fierce
Devotion ...
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Página 295 - 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.
Página 297 - 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?
Página 295 - Caesar loved you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For if you should, O, what would come of it ! 4 Cit.
Página 231 - 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.
Página 229 - We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he...
Página 229 - 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.
Página 297 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii: Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Página 102 - I as wife as many of my fex : But time and you may bolder thoughts infpire ; And I, perhaps, may yield to your defire.
Página 99 - I shou'd upbraid your treachery, You make a merit of that crime to me. Yet grant you were to faithful love inclin'd, Your weary Trojans wait but for a wind. Should you prevail; while I...
Página 138 - tis a bold pretence To judgment, breeding, wit, and eloquence : Nay more ; for they muft look within, to find Thofe fecret turns of nature in the mind : Without this part, in vain would be the whole, And but a body all, without a foul.