Sardanapalus,: A Tragedy. ; The Two Foscari, a Tragedy. ; Cain, a MysteryJohn Murray, Albemarle-Street [printed by Thomas Davison, Whitefriars], 1821 - 439 pages |
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ABEL ADAH ADAM ALTADA ARBACES art thou Assyria aught avait Bactria BALEA BARBARIGO bear beautiful behold BELESES better blood breath brother CAIN chef CHIEF conseil des dix curse dare death didst DOGE dost thou dread ducal dungeon earth Enter eternity Euphrates evil Exeunt Exit eyes father fear feel fils foes François Foscari guard hath hear heard heart heaven hour JACOPO FOSCARI king leave live look lord LOREDANO LUCIFER MARINA Mede MEMMO Methinks monarch mortal MYRRHA ne'er never Nimrod o'er OFFICER palace PANIA père pray prince qu'il qu'on realm rebels république SALEMENES SARDANAPALUS satraps Semiramis SENATOR serpent SFERO signor sire slaves soldiers speak spirit sword tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thou shalt thou wilt thought thyself torture true twas Twill unto Venice Venise Wat Tyler wherefore wilt thou words wouldst thou wretched ZAMES ZILLAH
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Page 350 - &. have us so, That he may torture : let him ! He is great — But, in his greatness, is no happier than We in our conflict...
Page 353 - Lucifer. One is yours already ; The other may be still. Cain. How so ? Lucifer. By being Yourselves, in your resistance. Nothing can Quench the mind, if the mind will be itself And centre of surrounding things — 'tis made To sway.
Page 410 - By tyrannous threats to force you into faith 'Gainst all external sense and inward feeling: Think and endure — and form an inner world In your own bosom — where the outward fails; So shall you nearer be the spiritual Nature, and war triumphant with your own.
Page 345 - What had / done in this ? — I was unborn, I sought not to be born ; nor love the state To which that birth has brought me. Why did he Yield to the serpent and the woman ? or, Yielding, why suffer ? What was there in this ? The tree was planted, and why not for him ? If not, why place him near it, where it grew, The fairest in the centre ? Thev have but One answer to all questions, " 'twas his will, And he is good.
Page 122 - Zarina ! I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse — borne away with every breath ! Misplaced upon the throne — misplaced in life. I know not what I could have been, but feel I am not what I should be — let it end.
Page 33 - The very first Of human life must spring from woman's breast, Your first small words are taught you from her lips, Your first tears quench'd by her, and your last sighs Too often breathed out in a woman's hearing, When men have shrunk from the ignoble care Of watching the last hour of him who led them.