The Tragedy of Sophonisba: Acted at the Theatre-Royal in Drury-Lane. By His Majesty's Servants

A. Millar, 1730 - 75 pages
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Page 7 - Thou copy of my foul! And now my friend indeed ! Shew me but hope, One glimpfe of hope, and I'll renew my toils, Call patience, labour, fortitude again, The vext unjoyous day, and fleeplefs night ; Nor fhrink at danger, any fhape of death, Shew me the fmalleft hope!
Page 18 - I could, in the most sacred ties, Live out a happy life. But, know that Romans, Their hearts, as well as enemies can conquer ; Then, take her to thy soul ! and with her, take Thy liberty and kingdom. In return, I ask but this — when you behold these eyes, These charms, with transport, be a friend to Rome.
Page 18 - Celtihenan prince, Her lover and belov'd, forgot his chains, His loft dominions, and for her alone Wept out his tender foul ; fudden the heart Of this young, conquering, loving, godlike Roman, Felt all the great divinity of virtue.
Page 17 - When to his glorious, firft eflay in war, New Carthage fell ; there all the flower of Spain Were kept in hoftage ; a- full field prefenting For Scipio's generofity to mine.
Page 13 - The paffions make, when unconfin'd, and mad, They burft unguided by the mental eye, The light of reafon, which in various ways Points them to good, or turns them back from ill ! O fave me from the tumult of the...
Page 70 - Shift not thy colour at the sound of death; For death appears not in a dreary light, Seems not a blank to me, a loss of all Those fond sensations, those enchanting dreams, Which cheat a toiling world from day to day, And form the whole of happiness they know. It is. to me perfection, glory, triumph. Nay, fondly would I chuse it, tho...
Page 65 - SCIPIO. Thy tears are no reproach. Tears oft look graceful on the manly cheek. The cruel cannot weep. Lo ! Friendship's eye Gives thee the drop it would refuse itself.

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