Oedipus,: A Tragedy

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J. Darby ..., A. Bettesworth..., and F. Clay ...; all in trust for Richard, James, and Bethel Wellington: and sold also, 1727 - 91 pages

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Page 47 - Will th' infernal pow'rs have none ; Answer me, if this be done ? All Pr, Tis done. Tir. Is the sacrifice made fit ? Draw her backward to the pit : Draw the barren heifer back ; Barren let her be, and black. Cut the curled hair that grows Full betwixt her horns and brows : And turn your faces from the sun ; Answer me, if this be done ? All Pr.
Page 40 - tis a fearful thing to be no more. Or if to be, to wander after death ! To walk as spirits do, in brakes all day, And, when the darkness comes, to glide in paths That lead to graves ; and in the silent vault, Where lies your own pale shroud, to hover o'er it, Striving to enter your forbidden corpse.
Page 64 - E'en wondered at because he dropt no sooner; Fate seemed to wind him up for fourscore years; Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more, Till, like a clock worn out with eating Time, The wheels of weary life at last stood still.
Page 75 - The stage arise, and the big clouds descend; So now, in very deed I might behold This pond'rous globe, and all yon marble roof, Meet like the hands of Jove, and crush mankind: For all the elements, &c.
Page 46 - Yet man, vain man, would with his short-lined plummet Fathom the vast abyss of heavenly justice. Whatever is, is in its causes just, Since all things are by fate. But purblind man Sees but a part o' th' chain, the nearest links, His eyes not carrying to that equal beam That poises all above.
Page 18 - Nay, if that be the matter, we are ruined already. 2 Cit. Half of us, that are here present, were living men but yesterday ; and we, that are absent, do but drop and drop, and no man knows whether he be dead or living. And therefore, while we are sound and well, let us satisfy our consciences, and make a new king.
Page 36 - tis for this the wet 340 Starv'd Soldier lies all night on the cold ground; For this he bears the storms Of Winter Camps, and freezes in his Arms: To be thus circled, to be thus embrac'd. That I could hold thee ever!
Page 46 - Priests follow; all cloathed in long black Habits. TIR. Approach, ye Lovers; Ill-fated Pair! whom, seeing not, I know: This day your kindly Stars in Heav'n were join'd: When lo, an envious Planet interpos'd, And threaten'd both with death: I fear, I fear.
Page 22 - ... conqueror, hail ! welcome to Thebes ; To thy own Thebes ; to all that's left of Thebes ! For half thy citizens are swept away, And wanting for thy triumphs ; And we, the happy remnant, only live To welcome thee, and die.
Page 70 - I'll seek no more; but hush my Genius up That throws me on my Fate. Impossible! O wretched Man, whose too too busie thoughts Ride swifter than the galloping Heav'ns round, With an eternal hurry of the Soul: Nay, there's a time when ev'n the rowling year Seems to stand still, dead calms are in the Ocean...

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