Muses in mourning. Zara, to which is added, an interlude, never before printed. Snake in the grass. Alzira. Saul. Daraxes. Merope. Roman revenge. Insolvent. Some love letters, by the author
T. Lownds, 1760
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Page 74 - Christian who intrusted thee, That Zara's heart is fix'd, nor shrinks at danger ; And that my faithful friend will, at the hour, Expect, and introduce him to his wish.
Page 39 - Zara is above disguise and art : My love is stronger, nobler, than my power. Jealous ! — I was not jealous ! If I was, I am not — no — my heart — but, let us drown Remembrance of the word, and of the image : My heart is filled with a diviner flame. — Go, and prepare for the approaching nuptials. Zara to careful empire joins delight.
Page 69 - Osman speaks, and speaks to Zara? Learn, cruel ! learn, that this afflicted heart, This heart, which Heaven delights to prove by tortures, Did it not love, has pride and power to shun you. Alas ! you will not know me ! what have I To fear, but that unhappy love you question ? That love, which only could outweigh the shame I feel, while I descend to weep my wrongs.
Page 67 - See here detected this infernal secret! This fountain of her tears, which my weak heart Mistook for marks of tenderness and pain ! Why ! what a reach has woman to deceive ! Under how fine a veil of grief and fear Did she propose retirement 'till to-morrow! And I, blind dotard ! gave the fool's consent, Soothed her, and suffered her to go ! She parted, Dissolved in tears; and parted to betray me!
Page 61 - I see, that spite of all, I still love Osman. What if I now go throw me at his feet, And tell him there sincerely what I am Î .V/.
Page 77 - Oh, gracious Heaven ! receive my parting soul, And take thy trembling servant to thy mercy [Dies.
Page 85 - She that boldly tells her aim, Flies from the path that leads to anguish. Not that too far your trust should go ; All that you say — to all discover ; All that you do but two should know, One of 'em you, and one your lover.
Page 79 - Go— lose no time — farewell — begone — and thou ! Unhappy warrior — yet less lost than I — Haste from our bloody land — and to thy own Convey this poor, pale object of my rage. Thy king, and all his Christians, when they hear Thy miseries, shall mourn...