The Royal convert - Jane Shore - Jane Gray - Poems on several occasionsJ. and R. Tonson, T. Osborne, T. Waller, T. Longman, T. Caslon, C. Corbett, T. Lowndes, W. Nicoll, S. Bladon, and M. Richardson., 1766 - 373 pages |
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Afide ALTAMONT AMESTRIS ANTINOUS Arms ARPASI art thou ARTABAN ARTAXERXES AXALL Axalla BAJAZET Beauty behold BELIZ blefs bleft Breaft Califta CALIST Caufe Cauſe CLEON cou'd curfe Death doft thou Enter EPHIALTES ETHON EURY MACHUS EURYMACHUS ev'n ev'ry Exeunt Eyes facred fafe fair falfe Fame Fate Father fave Fears feem fhall fhould fince firft foft fome Friend Friendship ftill fuch fure fwear gentle Gods Greatnefs Grief Happineſs happy Heart Heav'n Honor HORATIO juft Juftice King laft loft Lord LOTHARIO Love LUCILLA MAGAS MEMNON MENTO MIRZA moft Monefes MONESES moſt muft muſt myſelf Night o'er Paffion Peace Pity Pleaſure Pow'r Prince QUEEN Rage reft Revenge Royal SCIOLTO SELIM SEMANTHE ſhall Slave Sorrows Soul ſpeak STRATOCLES Sword TAMERLANE Tears TELEMACHUS thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou art Thought thouſand thro ULYSSES urg'd Vengeance Virtue whofe Wiſh wou'd wretched Youth
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Page 271 - That I must die, it is my only comfort ; Death is the privilege of human nature, And life without it were not worth our taking: " Thither the poor, the pris'ner, and the mourner, \\* " Fly for relief, and lay their burthens down.
Page 238 - So many of your sex would not in vain Of broken vows, and faithless men, complain ; Of all the various wretches love has made, How few have been by men of sense betray 'd 7 Convinc'd by reason, they your power confess, Pleas'd to be happy, as you're pleas'd to bless, And, conscious of your worth, can never love you less.
Page 227 - I've gone around through all my thoughts, But all are indignation, love, or shame, And my dear peace of mind is lost for ever.
Page 259 - ... wretched as I seem, Still I have something of Sciolto's virtue. Yes, yes, my father, I applaud thy justice ; Strike home, and I will bless thee for the blow : Be merciful, and free me from my pain; 'Tis sharp, 'tis terrible, and I could curse The cheerful day, men, earth, and heav'n, and thee, Ev'n thee, thou venerable good old man, For being author of a wretch like me.
Page 272 - Whose beauty gilds the more than midnight darkness, And makes it grateful as the dawn of day. Oh, take me in, a fellow-mourner, with thee, I'll number groan for groan, and tear for tear; And when the fountain of thy eyes are dry, Mine shall supply the stream, and weep for both.
Page 230 - Some sullen influence, a foe to both, Has wrought this fatal marriage to undo us. Mark but the frame and temper of our minds, How very much we differ. Ev'n this day, That fills thee with such...
Page 276 - tis too late ; And yet my eyes take pleasure to behold thee; Thou art their last dear object Mercy, Heav'n ! [She dies.
Page 228 - On thy life I charge thee no : my genius drives me on; I must, I will behold him once again : Perhaps it is the crisis of my fate, And this one interview shall end my cares.
Page 213 - Before ungrateful Genoa had forgot The merit of thy godlike father's arms ; Before that country, which he long had...
Page 252 - Oh, raise thee, my Lavinia, from the earth. It is too much ; this tide of flowing grief, This wond'rous waste of tears, too much to give To an ungrateful friend, and cruel brother.