The Works of the Author of The Night-thoughts: In Three Volumes, Volume 1F. and C. Rivington, 1802 - 383 pages |
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... NICANOR , Father of Mandane , .----- Mr. MILLS . Mr. WILKS . MEMNON , RAMESES , Mr. WALKER . Conspirator , SYPHOCES , Mr. THURMOND . PHERON , Mr. WILLIAMS . AULETES , a Courtier , Mr. W. MILLS . WOMEN . MYRIS , Queen of Egypt , Mrs ...
... NICANOR , Father of Mandane , .----- Mr. MILLS . Mr. WILKS . MEMNON , RAMESES , Mr. WALKER . Conspirator , SYPHOCES , Mr. THURMOND . PHERON , Mr. WILLIAMS . AULETES , a Courtier , Mr. W. MILLS . WOMEN . MYRIS , Queen of Egypt , Mrs ...
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... . The transport danger gives him , conquers nature , And a short youth boils up within his veins . SYPHOCES . Behold this way they pass to meet the king . MYRON and NICANOR pass the stage with attendants . RAMESES T 2 A TRAGEDY . 275.
... . The transport danger gives him , conquers nature , And a short youth boils up within his veins . SYPHOCES . Behold this way they pass to meet the king . MYRON and NICANOR pass the stage with attendants . RAMESES T 2 A TRAGEDY . 275.
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... NICANOR . KING . Welcome , my son ; great partner of my fame ; I thank thee for th ' encrease of my dominions , That now more mountains rise , more rivers flow , And more stars shine in my still - growing empire . The sun himself ...
... NICANOR . KING . Welcome , my son ; great partner of my fame ; I thank thee for th ' encrease of my dominions , That now more mountains rise , more rivers flow , And more stars shine in my still - growing empire . The sun himself ...
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... NICANOR . No more my son ; I cut him off ; my guilt , my punishment . Look not , dread Sir , on me , through his offence ; O let not that discolour all my service , And ruin those who blame him for his crimes . BUSIRIS . Old man , I ...
... NICANOR . No more my son ; I cut him off ; my guilt , my punishment . Look not , dread Sir , on me , through his offence ; O let not that discolour all my service , And ruin those who blame him for his crimes . BUSIRIS . Old man , I ...
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... NICANOR . Take but one more , one small one , to your favour , And then my soul's at peace - I have a daughter , An only daughter , now an only child , Since her lost brother's folly ; she deserves The most a father can for so much ...
... NICANOR . Take but one more , one small one , to your favour , And then my soul's at peace - I have a daughter , An only daughter , now an only child , Since her lost brother's folly ; she deserves The most a father can for so much ...
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ambition angels art thou AULETES behold billows bless bliss blood book of Job breast bright Britain's BUSIRIS charms Christian flag CLODIO CODRUS crime crown dare dead death deep distant divine Dorset downs dreadful earth eternal ev'ry eyes fair fam'd fame fate fear fire fix'd flame fool genius give glory gods golden blaze grace groans guilty hast hear heart heav'n immortal immortal guard king Leviathan lord MANDANE mankind MEMNON mind mortal muse MYRON nature nature's ne'er NICANOR night numbers nymphs o'er pain passion PHERON pow'r praise pride proud queen rage RAMESES reigns rise roar round sacred Satire SATIRE VI scene shew shine sight skies smile soul spleen swell sword SYPHOCES tears tempest terror thee thine thou thought thro throne thunder trembling triumph turn vengeance virtue wise wond'rous
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Page xi - Night Thoughts" he has exhibited a very wide display of original poetry, variegated with deep reflections and striking allusions, a wilderness of thought, in which the fertility of fancy scatters flowers of every hue and of every odour. This is one of the few poems in which blank verse could not be changed for rhyme but with disadvantage.
Page 26 - Father of mercies ! why from silent earth Didst thou awake, and curse me into birth? Tear me from quiet, ravish me from night, And make a thankless present of thy light? Push into being a reverse of thee, And animate a clod with misery?
Page 154 - While sea and air, great Brunswick ! shook our state, And sported with a king's and kingdom's fate, Depriv'd of what she lov'd, and press'd by fear Of ever losing what she held most dear, How did Britannia, like * Achilles, weep...
Page 193 - Where, shut from use, unnumber'd treasures sleep ? Where, down a thousand fathoms from the day, Springs the great fountain, mother of the sea ? Those gloomy paths did thy bold foot e'er tread. Whole worlds of waters rolling o'er thy head ? Hath the cleft centre open'd wide to thee ? Death's inmost chambers didst thou ever see ? E'er knock at his tremendous gate, and wade To the black portal through th' incumbent shade ? Deep are those shades ; but shades still deeper hide My counsels from the ken...
Page 148 - One to destroy, is murder by the law ; And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe ; To murder thousands, takes a specious name, War's glorious art, and gives immortal fame.
Page 37 - Incens'd Maria may her rage forget ; And I to death my duty will improve, And what you miss in empire, add in love — Your godlike soul is open'd in your look, And I have faintly your great meaning spoke, For this alone I'm pleas'd I wore the crown, To find with what content we lay it down. Heroes may win, but 'tis a heavenly race Can quit a throne with a becoming grace.
Page 200 - Bieem, which knows no Lord but Me, Low at the crib, and ask an alms of thee ; Submit his unworn shoulder to the yoke, Break the stiff clod, and o'er thy furrow smoke ? Since great his strength, go trust him, void of care ; Lay on his neck the toil of all the year ; Bid him bring home the seasons to thy doors, And cast his load among thy gather'd stores.
Page 83 - Of court and town the noontide masquerade ; Where swarms of knaves the vizor quite disgrace, And hide secure behind a naked face? Where nature's end of language is declin'd, And men talk only to conceal the mind...
Page 65 - The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art, Reigns, more or less, and glows, in every heart : The proud, to gain it, toils on toils endure ; The modest shun it, but to make it sure.
Page 96 - O fairest of Creation, last and best Of all God's works, creature in whom excelled Whatever can to sight or thought be formed, Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet...