Timoleon: A Tragedy. As it is Acted at the Theatre-Royal, by His Majesty's Servants, Volume 2J. Watts, 1730 - 66 pages |
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Æfc art thou bafely Blifs Blood Breaft Brother Caufe Cauſe Cleo Cleone Corinth cou'd Country's Curfe Dangers dares Death doft thou Efchylus Enter Timoleon Enter Timophanes Eunefia ev'n ev'ry Exeunt Exit fafe Fair Fame Fate Father fave Fear fecure feek felf fhall fhalt fhou'd fome foon footh fpeak Friend ftand ftart ftill ftrike fuch fuffer Fury Glory Gods Grief hear Heart Heav'n hence Honour Horror Jane Shore Jaylor Jove Juft Liberty Lord lov'd Love Luft Lycander Mifery Mind Mufick muft muſt Noife o'er Olin Olinthus Oppreffion Orthagoras Paffion Pheron Pity pleaſe Pleaſure Poniard Pow'r Prytanes Rage refign Reft Revenge rife SCENE ſhe Sorrow Soul Tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thou art thou shalt Thought thro thy Country Timol Timop Tis true tremble Twill Tyrant Ufurpers Vengeance Villain Virtue wou'd Wretch Wrongs
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Page 27 - What will they then avail him in the Grave ? His various Policies, refin'd Devices, His fubtle Wit, his quick capacious Thought? Will they go with him to the Grave? No, no...
Page 23 - James Thomson, by far the finest poet of the eighteenth century dramatists, is almost as much a Miltonist in his plays as in The Seasons, not so much in similarities of phrase and rhythm, for lines like Collected, desperate, distress'd, and sore * are rare, as in missing, like his master...
Page 41 - I'm old, Old, old, and weak — — I am unfit to bear. •. • Lay me down gently in Mortality, Forgetting and forgot. ££wf. Eun. My trembling Heart ! Tis cold, and fick'ning with unufual Fears : And tho...
Page 33 - tis the fav'rite Attribute of Gods, Who look with Smiles on Men, who can afpire To Copy them- -If there are Gods, they Smile.
Page 33 - Freedom, Makes all the Guilt of Tyranny his own. His are her Sfaugh"tersi her Opprcffions his.
Page 8 - And leaves no room for fu'ch a Toy as Woman. •• Women are but the Playthings of an Hour: / • '-' Too much of 'em unmans us into Trifles, ',' : Like themfelves. To gain the fmalleft Blifs from fair Eunefia, Wifh Pride, with PJeafure I wou'd run thro' all ; Thefervile Duties of a Woman's Slavey An Age cou'd doar, and think an Age well fpent.