Life of the author [signed I.K.] Elfrid. Walking statue. Rinaldo. Fatal vision. King Henry V. Fatal extravagance. Merlin in love. AthelwoldT. Lownds, 1760 |
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Sivu ii
... indeed ; by fetting forth his miferable cafe , in the best light it would bear ; fuch as ( ' twas faid ) drew tears from Royal Eyes ; and induced her her Majesty to intercede in his behalf , and procure ii Life of AARON HILL , Efq ;
... indeed ; by fetting forth his miferable cafe , in the best light it would bear ; fuch as ( ' twas faid ) drew tears from Royal Eyes ; and induced her her Majesty to intercede in his behalf , and procure ii Life of AARON HILL , Efq ;
Sivu 6
... bears me , with difdain , And confcious taste and beauty bold their reign . For you , fupporters of your country's fame , Whom love of arts and arms and fenfe inflame . To - night our author tells an English story , And brings your ...
... bears me , with difdain , And confcious taste and beauty bold their reign . For you , fupporters of your country's fame , Whom love of arts and arms and fenfe inflame . To - night our author tells an English story , And brings your ...
Sivu 15
... bear the King ? Atbel . Oh ! think on all the arts that love ere us'd To gain the object lov'd ! those arts were mine ! I told him you were fair , indeed , and good , But funk you far , oh , very far beneath What akeing confcience felt ...
... bear the King ? Atbel . Oh ! think on all the arts that love ere us'd To gain the object lov'd ! those arts were mine ! I told him you were fair , indeed , and good , But funk you far , oh , very far beneath What akeing confcience felt ...
Sivu 18
... bear a hell about ' em ! Ord . Well ! my Lord , I wish no base deceiver wrongs your goodness ; Were you betray'd , how wou'd you meet the traitor ? Ordg . As hawks meet ravens , or as hunters wolves . He who affumes the name of friend ...
... bear a hell about ' em ! Ord . Well ! my Lord , I wish no base deceiver wrongs your goodness ; Were you betray'd , how wou'd you meet the traitor ? Ordg . As hawks meet ravens , or as hunters wolves . He who affumes the name of friend ...
Sivu 20
... bear your bill of lading on your brow . Athel . Alas , my Ordgar , had you lov'd , like me , And for that love , like me , been prov❜d a traitor , You'd not have afk'd me , why my heart is heavy . Wilt thou not pity me ? but ah ! thou ...
... bear your bill of lading on your brow . Athel . Alas , my Ordgar , had you lov'd , like me , And for that love , like me , been prov❜d a traitor , You'd not have afk'd me , why my heart is heavy . Wilt thou not pity me ? but ah ! thou ...
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AARON HILL Afide againſt Almirena Arbanes Argantes Armida Athel Athelwold Bellmour bleffing bofom breaſt caufe charms cou'd death defire dreadful Duke of Bourbon Elfrid Enter Ethel Ethelinda Euft Euftatio Exit eyes fafe fame fate fave fcorn fecret felf fhall fhame fhou'd fince firft firſt fmile foft fome forrow foul ftelle ftill fuch fudden fure fword Godf guilt Harlequin heart Heav'n honour hope Ipanthe King Leol Leolyn loft Lord Louifa lov'd Merlin mifery Mifs moft moſt muft muſt o'er Omal Omalco Ordelia Ordg Ordgar Orontes paffion pity pleaſe pleaſure pow'r Prince puniſhment purpoſe reafon revenge rife Rinaldo SCENE Selim ſhall Siam Sizang Sizangar ſpeak thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro Toby Uncham virtue whofe Whoſe wiſh wou'd wretched wrong'd Zarodin
Suositut otteet
Sivu v - Mufe fhall find it all, mall make it feen, And teach the world his praife, to charm his queen. Such be the annual truths my verfe imparts...
Sivu xv - ... worthy of wives, to whom he had been married above twenty years. The following epitaph he wrote, and purpos'd for a monument which he defigned to erect over her grave. Enough, cold ftone ! fuflice her long-lov'd name ; Words are too weak to pay her virtues claim.
Sivu xiv - Dunciad meant you a real compliment ; and so it has been thought by many, who have asked to whom that passage made that oblique panegyric. As to the notes, I am weary of telling a great truth, which is, that I am not the author of them...
Sivu xiv - As to your oblique panegyric, I am not under so blind an attachment to the goddess I was devoted to in the Dunciad, but that I knew it was a commendation, though a dirtier one than I wished for ; who am neither fond of some of the company in which I was listed, the noble reward for which I was to become a diver, the allegoric muddiness in which I was to try my skill, nor the institutor of the games you were so kind to allow me a share in.
Sivu 10 - To prove his glorious pow'r unlimited, Ev'n from the late-made man, man's mighty Maker Stamp'da new form, ftill nearer to his own ; That form was woman, and that woman, wife. Woman, like fweet May dews on fummer's droughts Breathes her all-foftening influence ; peace, and reft Are woman's gifts to man ; when toils, and cares Have worn our weary fouls, woman, dear woman, Is nature's downy pillow of repofe. Elf. What muft man be, if woman be thus charming ? Athel. Man is a ftaff for your foft fex to...
Sivu 285 - The Rants of ruin'd Kings, of mighty Name, For pompous Misery, small Compassion claim. Empires o'rturn'd, and Heroes, held in Chains, Alarm the Mind, but give the Heart no Pains . To Ills, remote from our Domestic Fears, We lend our Wonder, but with-hold our Tears.
Sivu xiv - As to your oblique panegyric, I am not under fo blind an attachment to the goddefs I was devoted to in the Dunciad, but that I knew it was a commendation ; though a dirtier one than I wifhed for ; who am, neither fond of fome of the company, in which I was lifted — the noble reward, for which I was to become a diver ; — the allegoric muddinefs, in which I was to try my fkill;— nor the inftitutor of the games, you were...
Sivu xiv - Let half-soul'd poets still on poets fall, And teach the willing world to scorn them all. But, let no Muse, pre-eminent as thine, Of voice melodious, and of force divine, Stung by wits, wasps, all rights of rank forego, And turn, and snarl, and bite, at every foe.
Sivu 337 - This play was composed in little more than a week, on which account it is no wonder that it should be, as he himself has described it, " an unpruned wilderness of fancy, with here and there a flower among the leaves; but without any fruit of judgment.
Sivu 27 - The thorns which line it, and whof<- painful prickings Embitter all the pompous fweets of empire. Happier the wretch who at his daily toils Sweats for his homely dinner,— than a King In all the...