The Earthquake: A Tale, Volumen1

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W. Balckwood, 1820 - 883 páginas
 

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Página 291 - Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time ; If ever you have look'd on better days, If ever been where bells have...
Página 62 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths.
Página 93 - In fragments, choked up vaults, and frescos steep'd In subterranean damps, where the owl peep'd, Deeming it midnight : — Temples, baths or halls? Pronounce who can ; for all that learning reap'd From her research hath been, that these are walls — Behold the Imperial Mount ! 'tis thus the mighty falls.
Página 179 - I'll spend in pleasure and in dalliance, That Faustus' name, whilst this bright frame doth stand, May be admired through the furthest land.
Página 40 - Faustus' limbs All torn asunder by the hand of death. THIRD SCH. The devils whom Faustus serv'd have torn him thus : For 'twixt the hours of twelve and one, methought I heard him shriek, and call aloud for help ; At which self time the house seem'd all on fire With dreadful horror of these damned fiends. SEC. SCH. Well gentlemen, though Faustus...
Página 146 - And when a man grows miserable, 'tis some comfort When he's no further charg'd than with himself, 'Tis a sweet ease to wretchedness ; but, great man, Every sin thou committ'st shows like a flame Upon a mountain ; 'tis seen far about, And, with a big wind made of popular breath, The sparkles fly through cities ; here one takes, Another catches there, and in short time Waste all to cinders...
Página 114 - I charge thee to return, and change thy shape; Thou art too ugly to attend on me: Go, and return an old Franciscan friar; That holy shape becomes a devil best.
Página 52 - Or undermine the chamber where they lie, And by the violent strength of gunpowder, Blow up the castle and th' incestuous couch, In which lust wallows ; but my labouring thoughts, Wading too deep in bottomless extremes, Do drown themselves in their own stratagems. MARIA. Sweet husband! dwell not upon circumstance, When weeping sorrow, like an advocate, Importunes you for aid ; look in mine eye, There you shall see dim grief swimming in tears Invocating succour. Oh, succour ! ELEAZ. Succour! zounds...
Página 237 - With us an hostage of thy promis'd faith. So shall our mercy with our prudence join, United brighten, and securely shine. ACT IV. SCENE I. Stuart. This solitude but more foments despair ! Recals, compares, and to th' incessant pangs Of spite, revenge, and shame, condemns my soul!
Página 126 - Hath been committed by our ancient house, Whose scalding vengeance lights upon our heads, That thus the world and fortune casts us out, As loathed objects, ruin's branded slaves ? And. Do not expostulate the heavens' will: But, oh, remember to forget thyself; Forget remembrance what thou once hast been.

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