The Works of William Mason, Volumen2T. Cadell and W. Davies, 1811 |
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AGENOR ARGENTILE arms art thou ARVIRAGUS ATHELWOLD AULUS DIDIUS Bards bear beauty Behold bless blest breast brother CARACTACUS CARACTACUS's charms CHORUS CURAN Dane daughter death deed Deira Denmark DORIS Dost thou doth dread Druid e'er Earl EDGAR EDITHA EDWIN ELFRIDA ELIDURUS Ev'n ev'ry EVELINA Exeunt Exit fair faith Falconer fate father fear frown GALATEA gentle give gods grove hallow'd hand harp hear heart Heav'n holy honour King EDEL kneel Lord LYCIDAS lyre maid Mona ne'er noble o'er ORGAR OSWALD pardon passion peace perchance PHAON PIGMALION pity Prince Princess queen Romans royal SAPPHO SCENE SEMICHORUS SEWOLD shalt sigh smile soul sure sweet sword tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast Thou know'st thro throne thyself trembling trust VELLINUS Virgins weep wretch yonder youth
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Página 58 - Can he support the rigoifr of this doom ? Can he, who liv'd but in thy gracious smiles, Who'd pine, if chance those smiles a single hour Were dealt him thriftily ; think, can he bear The infamy of exile ? EDGAR. Hear me, ATHELWOLD. Did I not show'r on thy much-favour'd head My thickest honours, and with gift so ready As out-run all request? Did I not hold thee Still in such open confidence of friendship, Such love as—— ATHELWOLD.
Página 50 - Shall then your earth-born daughters vie With me ! Shall she, whose brightest eye But emulates the diamond's blaze, Whose cheek but mocks the peach's bloom, Whose breath the hyacinth's perfume, Whose melting voice the warbling woodlark's lays, Shall she be...
Página 81 - Here, Romans, pause, and let the eye of wonder Gaze on the solemn scene : behold yon oak, How stern he frowns, and with his broad brown arms Chills the pale plain beneath him...
Página 172 - Cruel man ! And thou deniest me moments. Be it so. I know you Romans weep not for your children ; Ye triumph o'er your tears, and think it valour ; I triumph in my tears. Yes, best-lov'd boy, Yes, I can weep, can fall upon thy corse, And I can tear my hairs, these few grey hairs, The only honours war and age hath left me.
Página 141 - It is, my father; Pure as from thine illustrious fount it came : And that unsullied, let the world oppress us ; Let Fraud and Falsehood rivet fetters on us ; Still shall our souls be free : Yet hope is ours, As well as virtue.
Página 151 - Ye sound the ancientest of all your rhymes, Whose birth tradition notes not, nor who fram'd Its lofty strains : The force of that high air Did JULIUS feel, when, fir'd by it, our fathers First drove him recreant to his ships ; and ill Had far'd his second landing, but that fate Silenc'd the master Bard, who led the song.
Página 5 - How nobly does this venerable wood, Gilt with the glories of the orient sun, Embosom yon fair mansion ! The soft air Salutes me with most cool and temp'rate breath ; And, as I tread, the flow'r-besprinkled lawn Sends up a gale, of fragrance. I should guess, If e'er Content deign'd visit mortal clime, This was her place of dearest residence.
Página 105 - I is this the man, The more than man, who for nine bloody years Withstood all Rome ? He is ; that warlike front, Seam'd o'er with honest scars, proclaims he is : Kneel, brother, kneel, while in his royal hand We lodge the signet : this, in pledge of faith, Great Cartismandua sends, and with it tells thee She has a nobler pledge than this behind ; Thy Queen CARACTACUS. Guideria ! VELLINUS.
Página 124 - While distant yet, with an expected burst, It threats the trembling ear. Now to the trial. CHORUS. Ere that, bethink thee well what rig'rous doom Attends thine act ; if failing, certain death : So certain, that in our absolving tongues Rests not that power may save thee : Thou must die.
Página 163 - This life, though at some cost of throbs and pangs, Just long enough to claim my father's blessing, And sigh my last breath in my sister's arms. — And here she kneels, poor maid ! all dumb with grief.