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... . LUDWIG . WOMEN . JOSEPHINE . IDA STRALENHEIM . Scene - partly on the frontier of Silesia , and partly in Siegen- dorf Castle , near Prague . Time -- the close of the thirty years ' war . WERNER . ACT I. SCENE I. - THE HALL OF.
... . LUDWIG . WOMEN . JOSEPHINE . IDA STRALENHEIM . Scene - partly on the frontier of Silesia , and partly in Siegen- dorf Castle , near Prague . Time -- the close of the thirty years ' war . WERNER . ACT I. SCENE I. - THE HALL OF.
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... JOSEPHINE his wife . JOSEPHINE . My love , be calmer ! WERNER . I am calm . JOSEPHINE . To me- Yes , but not to thyself : thy pace is hurried , And no one walks a chamber like to ours With steps like thine when his heart is at rest ...
... JOSEPHINE his wife . JOSEPHINE . My love , be calmer ! WERNER . I am calm . JOSEPHINE . To me- Yes , but not to thyself : thy pace is hurried , And no one walks a chamber like to ours With steps like thine when his heart is at rest ...
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... JOSEPHINE . WERNER ( Smiling . ) Why ! wouldst thou have it so ? JOSEPHINE . Have it a healthful current . WERNER . Let it flow I would Until ' t is spilt or check'd - how soon , I care not . JOSEPHINE . And am I nothing in thy heart ...
... JOSEPHINE . WERNER ( Smiling . ) Why ! wouldst thou have it so ? JOSEPHINE . Have it a healthful current . WERNER . Let it flow I would Until ' t is spilt or check'd - how soon , I care not . JOSEPHINE . And am I nothing in thy heart ...
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... JOSEPHINE . And art thou not now shelter'd from them all ? WERNER . Yes . And from these alone . JOSEPHINE . True - to a peasant . WERNER . And that is something . JOSEPHINE . Should the nobly born Be thankless for that refuge which ...
... JOSEPHINE . And art thou not now shelter'd from them all ? WERNER . Yes . And from these alone . JOSEPHINE . True - to a peasant . WERNER . And that is something . JOSEPHINE . Should the nobly born Be thankless for that refuge which ...
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... JOSEPHINE . Well ? WERNER . Something beyond our outward sufferings ( though These were enough to gnaw into our souls ) Hath stung me oft , and , more than ever , now , When , but for this untoward sickness , which Seized me upon this ...
... JOSEPHINE . Well ? WERNER . Something beyond our outward sufferings ( though These were enough to gnaw into our souls ) Hath stung me oft , and , more than ever , now , When , but for this untoward sickness , which Seized me upon this ...
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The Complete Works of Lord Byron with a Biogr. and Critical Notice by J. W. Lake Lord George Gordon Byron, Lord,J W Lake No hay ninguna vista previa disponible - 2015 |
Términos y frases comunes
ABEL ADAH AHOLIBAMAH ANAH apostolic palace ARNOLD aught avait AZAZIEL BARBARIGO bear beauty behold beneath blood BOURBON breast breath brother brow CÆSAR CAIN CESAR chief Colonna palace Conseil des Dix courser dare dead death deeds deep DOGE dread e'er earth eternal Exeunt Exit father fear feel FRITZ GABOR gaze hand hate hath heard heart heaven hour IDENSTEIN immortal IRAD JACOPO FOSCARI JAPHET JOSEPHINE Lara Lara's leave less limbs live look look'd lord LOREDANO LUCIFER MARINA MEMMO Methinks mortal ne'er never night noble Note nought o'er OLIMPIA pass'd PHILIBERT qu'il rest RODOLPH Rome scarce seem'd SIEGENDORF silent sire slave smile SOLDIER soul spirit STRALENHEIM STRANGER tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought turn'd ULRIC unto Venice walls waves WERNER Whate'er wild wilt words wretch ZILLAH Zuleika
Pasajes populares
Página 356 - And in each pillar there is a ring, And in each ring there is a chain; That iron is a cankering thing, For in these limbs its teeth remain, With marks that will not wear away...
Página 359 - A double dungeon wall and wave Have made — and like a living grave, Below the surface of the lake The dark vault lies wherein we lay...
Página 368 - With spiders I had friendship made, And watch'd them in their sullen trade, Had seen the mice by moonlight play, And why should I feel less than they ? We were all inmates of one place, And I, the monarch of each race, Had power to kill — yet, strange to tell ! In quiet we had learn'd to dwell. My very chains and I grew friends, So much a long communion tends To make us what we are ; — even I Regain'd my freedom with a sigh.
Página 362 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender, kind, And grieved for those he left behind : With all the while a cheek whose bloom...
Página 118 - tis the land of the Sun — Can he smile on such deeds as his children have done? Oh! wild as the accents of lovers' farewell Are the hearts which they bear, and the tales which they tell.
Página 189 - There, in its centre, a sepulchral lamp Burns the slow flame, eternal — but unseen; Which not the darkness of despair can damp, Though vain its ray as it had never been.
Página 365 - None lived to love me so again, And cheering from my dungeon's brink, Had brought me back to feel and think.
Página 363 - Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place. One on the earth, and one beneath — My brothers — both had ceased to breathe.
Página 117 - Gul in her bloom ; Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In color though varied, in beauty may vie...
Página 367 - Oh, thou beautiful And unimaginable ether ! and Ye multiplying masses of increased And still increasing lights ! what are ye ? what Is this blue wilderness of interminable Air, where ye roll along, as I have seen The leaves along the limpid streams of Eden ? Is your course measured for ye ? Or do ye Sweep on in your unbounded revelry Through an aerial universe of endless Expansion — at which my soul aches to think — Intoxicated with eternity...