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ĘTHON Altamont Amestris ANTINOUS Arms ARPASIA Arsaces art thou Artaban Artaxerxes Artemisa Attendants Axalla BAJAZET Beauty behold bless blest Blood Breast CALISTA chearful CLEONE cou'd cruel curse dare dear Death dost thou dreadful Earth Enter EPHIALTES Eurymachus ev'n ev'ry Exeunt Eyes fair Faith Fame fatal Fate Father Fears fierce fince Foes fome fond Fortune Friend Friendship Fury gentle giv'n give Gods Grief happy Hate Heart Heav'n Honor Hopes HORATIO injur'd Ithaca Justice King Lise Lord LOTHARIO Love Maid MEMNON MENTOR mighty MIRZA MONESES mourn Night noble o'er Omar Peace Pity Pleasure Pow'r Prince Queen Rage Revenge Royal Ruin sacred sase Sasety SCIOLTO Scorn Selima SEMANTHE shou'd Slave Sorrows Soul STRATOCLES swear Sword TAMERLANE Tears TELEMACHUS tell thee thou art thou hast Thought thro Tyrant ULTSSES urg'd Vengeance Villain Virtue weep wert World wou'd wretched XERXES Youth
Page 270 - Like one who ventures through a burning pile ; To save his tender wife, with all her brood Of little fondlings, from the dreadful ruin.
Page xxiii - He *' kept up his good-humour to the laft ; and took "leave of his wife and friends, immediately before " his laft "agony, with the fame tranquillity of mind, " and the fame indifference for life, as though he " had been upon taking but a fhort journey.
Page 308 - tis too late ; And yet my eyes take pleasure to behold thee ; Thou art their last dear object Mercy, Heav'n ! [ Dies.
Page 271 - Henceforth, thou officious fool, Meddle no more, nor dare ev'n on thy life, To breathe an accent, that may touch my virtue. I am myself the guardian of my honour, And will not bear so insolent a monitor.
Page 192 - tis hard, 'Tis wondrous hard, when I remember thee, Dear native Greece ! and you, ye weeping maids, That were companions of" my virgin youth ! My noble parents ! Oh, the grief of heart, The pangs, that, for unhappy me, bring down Their reverend ages to the grave with sorrow. And yet there is a woe surpassing all : Ye saints and angels, give me of your constancy, If you expect I shall endure it long.
Page 131 - With nations numberless are cover'd o'er; Who, like a deluge, hide the face of earth, And leave no object in the vast horizon, But glitt'ring arms, and skies.
Page 238 - tis impossible, And Utterance all is vile ; since I can only Swear you reign here, but never tell how much.
Page 249 - Can there be such, and have they peace of mind? Have they, in all the series of their changing, One happy hour ? If women are such things, How was I...
Page 133 - Scap'd to our Camp: from him we learn'd, the Tyrant With Rage redoubled, for the Fight prepares; Some accidental Passion f1res his Breast, (Love, as 'tis thought, for a fair Grecian Captive) And adds new Horror to his native Fury: For five returning Suns...