Representative Plays by American Dramatists, Volume 1Montrose Jonas Moses [In three volumes ; v.1]: 1765-1819. |
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... wretch Who long has been immur'd , nor dar'd enjoy The common benefits of sun and air , Creeps from his lurking place ; e'en feeble age , Long to the sickly couch confin'd , stalks forth , And with infectious breath assails the Gods . O ...
... wretch Who long has been immur'd , nor dar'd enjoy The common benefits of sun and air , Creeps from his lurking place ; e'en feeble age , Long to the sickly couch confin'd , stalks forth , And with infectious breath assails the Gods . O ...
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... wretch who entertains that fatal guest . QUEEN . Think not that I'll pursue its wand'ring fires , No more I'll know perplexing doubts and fears , And erring trace suspicion's endless maze , For , ah ! I doubt no more . EDESSA . Their ...
... wretch who entertains that fatal guest . QUEEN . Think not that I'll pursue its wand'ring fires , No more I'll know perplexing doubts and fears , And erring trace suspicion's endless maze , For , ah ! I doubt no more . EDESSA . Their ...
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... wretch whose insolent embrace confin'd me ( Like thunder bursting on the guilty soul ) , With curs'd vonones ' voice pour'd in my ears A hateful tale of love ; for he it seems Had seen me at Arabia's royal court , And took those means ...
... wretch whose insolent embrace confin'd me ( Like thunder bursting on the guilty soul ) , With curs'd vonones ' voice pour'd in my ears A hateful tale of love ; for he it seems Had seen me at Arabia's royal court , And took those means ...
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... wretched . CLEONE . But hark , the music strikes , the rites begin , And , see , the doors are op'ning . EVANTHE . Let's retire ; My heart is now too full to meet him here , Fly swift ye hours , till in his arms I'm prest , And each ...
... wretched . CLEONE . But hark , the music strikes , the rites begin , And , see , the doors are op'ning . EVANTHE . Let's retire ; My heart is now too full to meet him here , Fly swift ye hours , till in his arms I'm prest , And each ...
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... wretch , what fate attends on those Who dare oppose the pow'r of mighty Kings , Whom heav'n delights to favour ? sure some God Who sought to punish you for impious deeds , ' Twas urg'd you forward to insult our arms , And brave us at ...
... wretch , what fate attends on those Who dare oppose the pow'r of mighty Kings , Whom heav'n delights to favour ? sure some God Who sought to punish you for impious deeds , ' Twas urg'd you forward to insult our arms , And brave us at ...
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Page 452 - Begin, you tormentors ! your threats are in vain, For the son of Alknomook will never complain. Remember the arrows he shot from his bow, Remember your chiefs by his hatchet laid low. Why so slow ? Do you wait till I shrink from the pain ? No ; the son of Alknomook shall never complain.
Page 444 - Exult each patriot heart ! — this night is shewn A piece, which we may fairly call our own; Where the proud titles of "My Lord! Your Grace!" To humble Mr. and plain Sir give place. Our Author pictures not from foreign climes The fashions, or the follies of the times; But has confin'd the subject of his work To the gay scenes — the circles of New- York.
Page 221 - Hear this, and tremble! you, who 'scape the Laws. Yes, while I live, no rich or noble knave ^/ Shall walk the World, in credit, to his grave.
Page 452 - The sun sets in night, and the stars shun the day; But glory remains when their lights fade away! Begin, ye tormentors! your threats are in vain, For the son of Alknomook shall never complain. Remember the arrows he shot from his bow; Remember your chiefs by his hatchet laid low : Why so slow? — do you wait till I shrink from the pain? No— the son of Alknomook will never complain.
Page 444 - On native themes his Muse displays her pow'rs; If ours the faults, the virtues too are ours. Why should our thoughts to distant countries roam, When each refinement may be found at...
Page 478 - I feel the delicacy of your sex pretty smartly [rubbing his cheek], though, I vow, I thought when you city ladies courted and married, and all that, you put feeling out of the question. But I want to know whether you are really affronted, or only pretend to be so? 'Cause, if you are certainly right down affronted, I am at the end of my tether; Jessamy didn't tell me what to say to you.
Page 490 - I can't conceive why she shou'dn't like me. JESSAMY. May be it is because you have not the graces, Mr. Jonathan. JONATHAN. Grace! Why, does the young woman expect I must be converted before I court her? JESSAMY. I mean graces of person: for instance, my lord tells us that we must cut off our nails even at top, in small segments of circles — though you won't understand that — In the next place, you must regulate your laugh. JONATHAN. Maple-log seize it! don't I laugh natural? JESSAMY. That's the...
Page 477 - I like it of all things. JONATHAN. No, no; I can sing more; some other time, when you and I are better acquainted, I'll sing the whole of it — no, no — that's a fib — I can't sing but a hundred and ninety verses; our Tabitha at home can sing it all.
Page 475 - ere Darby that I liked so was the old serpent himself, and had his cloven foot in his pocket. Why, I vow, now I come to think on't, the candles seemed to burn blue, and I am sure where I sat it smelt tarnally of brimstone.
Page 495 - How oft, when press'd to marriage, have I said, Curse on all laws but those which love has made! Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies...