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I take your gift, because your love it shows, And faithful Selin for alcade chuse.
Abdal. Selin, from her alone your orders take.^- This one request, yet, madam, let
me make, That, from those turrets, you the assault will see; And crown, once more
, ...
I take your gift, because your love it shows, And faithful Selin for alcade chuse.
Abdal. Selin, from her alone your orders take.^- This one request, yet, madam, let
me make, That, from those turrets, you the assault will see; And crown, once more
, ...
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Selin. 'Tis what your dying brother did bequeath ; A scene of vengeance, and a
pomp of death ! Benz. The horrid spectacle my soul does fright: I want the heart to
see the dismal sight. Selin. You are my principal invited guest,Whose eyes I ...
Selin. 'Tis what your dying brother did bequeath ; A scene of vengeance, and a
pomp of death ! Benz. The horrid spectacle my soul does fright: I want the heart to
see the dismal sight. Selin. You are my principal invited guest,Whose eyes I ...
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Selin. Since by you I live, I, for your sake, your family forgive. Let your hard father
still my life pursue, I hate not him, but for his hate to you ; Even that hard father yet
may one day be By kindness vanquished, as you vanquished me ;Or, if my ...
Selin. Since by you I live, I, for your sake, your family forgive. Let your hard father
still my life pursue, I hate not him, but for his hate to you ; Even that hard father yet
may one day be By kindness vanquished, as you vanquished me ;Or, if my ...
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[Exit Soldier, and immediately enters with SELIN bound. / Aben. Did you,
according to my orders, write ? ]7b SELIN; And have you summoned Ozmyn to
appear? Selin. I am not yet so much a slave to fear, Nor has your son deserved
so ill of me ...
[Exit Soldier, and immediately enters with SELIN bound. / Aben. Did you,
according to my orders, write ? ]7b SELIN; And have you summoned Ozmyn to
appear? Selin. I am not yet so much a slave to fear, Nor has your son deserved
so ill of me ...
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Would you your hand in Selin's blood embrue? Kill him unarmed, who, armed,
shunned killing you? Am I your foe ? Since you detest my line, That hated name
of Zegry I resign : For you, Benzayda will herself disclaim ; Call me your daughter,
...
Would you your hand in Selin's blood embrue? Kill him unarmed, who, armed,
shunned killing you? Am I your foe ? Since you detest my line, That hated name
of Zegry I resign : For you, Benzayda will herself disclaim ; Call me your daughter,
...
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Términos y frases comunes
Abdal Abdalla Abdelm Abdelmelech Aben ABENAMAR Abencerrages Almah Almahide Almanz Almanzor Amal Amalthea Arcos Arga Asca Ascanio Aurelian beauty Benito Benz Benzayda betwixt Boab brave Camillo command confess Conquest of Granada court crown dare dear death Doralice Dryden Duke Duke of ARCOS Duke of Mantua Enter Eubulus Exeunt Exit fate father favour fear fortune Fred give Granada Guards HAMET hand happy haste hear heart heaven honour hope king lady Laura leave Leon Leonidas live look lover Lucretia Lyndar Lyndaraxa madam MARRIAGE A-LA-MODE married Melantha methinks mistress never night Ozmyn Pala Palamede Palm Palmyra pity play poet Poly prince queen revenge Rhodophil SCENE Selin shew soul speak stay sure sword tell thee there's thing thou art thought twas Violetta virtue wife words Zegrys ZULEMA
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Página 40 - But know, that I alone am king of me. I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran.
Página 113 - As scriv'ners draw away the bankers' trade. Howe'er, the poet 's safe enough to-day, They cannot censure an unfinish'd play. But, as when vizard-mask appears in pit, Straight every man who thinks himself a wit Perks up, and, managing his comb with grace, With his white wig sets off his nut-brown face...
Página 5 - If from thy hands alone my death can be, I am immortal, and a god to thee. If I would kill thee now, thy fate's so low, That I must stoop ere I can give the blow : But mine is fixed so far above thy crown, That all thy men, Piled on thy back, can never pull it down.
Página 227 - The desire of imitating so great a pattern, first awakened the dull and heavy spirits of the English from their natural reservedness ; loosened them from their stiff forms of conversation ; and made them easy and pliant to each other in discourse.
Página 222 - He is the very Janus of poets ; he wears almost everywhere two faces; and you have scarce begun to admire the one, ere you despise the other.
Página 215 - Witness the lameness of their plots ; many of which, especially those which they writ first (for even that age refined itself in some measure), were made up of some ridiculous incoherent story, which in one play many times took up the business of an age.
Página 59 - ... less." In return for such proofs of tenderness as these, her admirer consents to murder his two sons and a benefactor to whom he feels the warmest gratitude. Lyndaraxa, in the Conquest of Granada, assumes the same lofty tone with Abdelmelech.
Página 16 - You have lost that which you call natural, and have not acquired the last perfection of art.
Página 234 - ... the ground, as if she were sinking under the conscious load of her own attractions ; then launches into a flood of fine language and compliment, still playing her chest forward in fifty falls and risings, like a swan upon waving water ; and, to complete her impertinence, she is so rapidly fond of her own wit, that she will not give her lover leave to praise it : silent, assenting bows, and vain endeavours to speak, are all the share of the conversation he is admitted to, which, at last, he is...
Página 120 - Love's an heroic passion, which can find No room in any base degenerate mind : It kindles all the soul with honour's fire, To make the lover worthy his desire.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected ... Volumen 4 de The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected, John Dryden |
| Autores | John Dryden, Sir Walter Scott |
| Editor | W. Miller, 1808 |
| Procedencia del original | la Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 3 Nov 2006 |
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