Richelieu; or, The conspiracy: a play. To which are added, Historical odes. By the author of the 'Lady of Lyons'. |
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... sire lay on his bed of death , I vow'd to be a father to his Julie : - And so he died - the smile upon his lips ! — And when I spared the life of her young lover , Methought I saw that smile again ! -Who else , Look you , in all the ...
... sire lay on his bed of death , I vow'd to be a father to his Julie : - And so he died - the smile upon his lips ! — And when I spared the life of her young lover , Methought I saw that smile again ! -Who else , Look you , in all the ...
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... sires Leprous reproach - scoff of the age to come- A kind convenience a Sir Pandarus To his own bride , and the august adulterer ! Then did the first great law of human hearts , Which with the patriot's , not the rebel's , name 310 ...
... sires Leprous reproach - scoff of the age to come- A kind convenience a Sir Pandarus To his own bride , and the august adulterer ! Then did the first great law of human hearts , Which with the patriot's , not the rebel's , name 310 ...
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... Sire , If my brow wear no cloud , ' tis that the Cardinal No longer shades the King . LOUIS ( looking up at the skies ) . Oh , Baradas ! Am I not to be pitied ? -what a day For- Sorrow ? -No , sire ! BARADAS . LOUIS . Bah ! for hunting ...
... Sire , If my brow wear no cloud , ' tis that the Cardinal No longer shades the King . LOUIS ( looking up at the skies ) . Oh , Baradas ! Am I not to be pitied ? -what a day For- Sorrow ? -No , sire ! BARADAS . LOUIS . Bah ! for hunting ...
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... Sire , I knew LOUIS . Did you so of course ! And yet he had a way with him - a something That always- -But no matter he is dead . And , after all , men called his King " The Just , " * And so I am . Dear Count , this silliest Julie , I ...
... Sire , I knew LOUIS . Did you so of course ! And yet he had a way with him - a something That always- -But no matter he is dead . And , after all , men called his King " The Just , " * And so I am . Dear Count , this silliest Julie , I ...
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... Sire , 110 My crime but self - defence . * ( Aside to King . ) It is De Mauprat ! * One of Richelieu's severest and least politic laws was that which made duelling a capital crime . Never was the punishment against the offence more ...
... Sire , 110 My crime but self - defence . * ( Aside to King . ) It is De Mauprat ! * One of Richelieu's severest and least politic laws was that which made duelling a capital crime . Never was the punishment against the offence more ...
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Side 18 - I found France rent asunder, — The rich men despots, and the poor banditti; — Sloth in the mart, and schism within the temple; Brawls festering to Rebellion; and weak Laws Rotting away with rust in antique sheaths. — I have re-created France; and, from the ashes Of the old feudal and decrepit carcase, Civilization on her luminous wings Soars, phoenix-like, to Jove!
Side 39 - Beneath the rule of men entirely great The pen is mightier than the sword. Behold The arch-enchanter's wand ! — itself a nothing ! — But taking sorcery from the master-hand 310 To paralyse the Caesars, and to strike The loud earth breathless ! — Take away the sword — States can be saved without it ! (Looking on the clock.) 'Tis the hour, — Retire, Sir.
Side 53 - Beneath the aspect of a bright-eyed star, And my triumphant adamant of soul Is but the fix'd persuasion of success. Ah ! — here ! — that spasm ! — again ! — How Life and Death Do wrestle for me momently ! — And yet The King looks pale. I shall outlive the King ! And then, thou insolent Austrian — who...
Side 45 - We priests, to whom the Church forbids in youth The plighted one — to manhood's toil denies The soother helpmate — from our wither'd age Shuts the sweet blossoms of the second spring That smiles in the name of Father — we are yet Not holier than humanity, and must Fulfil Humanity's condition — Love...
Side 82 - Marked out for vengeance, — exile or the scaffold. You find me now amidst my trustiest friends, My closest kindred : you would tear them from me. They murder you, forsooth, since me they love ! Enough of plots and treasons for one reign.
Side 89 - I'm patient, see! Bar. [aside]. His mind And life are breaking fast! Rich, [overhearing him]. Irreverent ribald! If so, beware the falling ruins ! Hark ! I tell thee, scorner of these whitening hairs, When this snow melteth there shall come a flood ! Avaunt ! my name is Richelieu — I defy thee ! Walk blindfold on ; behind thee stalks the headsman. Ha ! ha ! — how pale he is ! Heaven save my country ! [Falls back in JOSEPH'S arms.
Side 52 - Upon the dark and stormy tides where life Gives battle to the elements, — and man Wrestles with man for some slight plank, whose weight Will bear but one — while round the desperate wretch The hungry billows roar — and the fierce Fate, Like some huge monster, dim-seen through the surf, Waits him who drops ; — ye safe and formal men, Who write the deeds, and with unfeverish hand Weigh in nice scales the motives of the Great, Ye cannot know what ye have never tried...
Side 51 - When I am dust, my name shall, like a star, Shine through wan space, a glory — and a prophet Whereby pale seers shall from their aery towers Con all the ominous signs, benign or evil, That make the potent astrologue of kings. But shall the Future judge me by the ends That I have...
Side 82 - Mark'd out for vengeance — exile or the scaffold. You find me now amidst my trustiest friends, My closest kindred; — you would tear them from me; They murder you forsooth, since me they love! Eno' of plots and treasons for one reign ! Home!
Side 42 - In the lexicon of youth, which Fate reserves For a bright manhood, there is no such word As — fail!