The Dramatic Works of Sir Thomas Noon Talfourd, D.C.L.E. Moxon, 1852 - 369 sider |
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ADRASTUS AGENOR ALASTER Argos arm'd Athenian Athens avenge bear beauty bless blood bosom brave breathe brother CALCHAS canst CASSANDER child clansmen CLEMANTHE CLEON Colonel Hill Corinth Corinthians CREON CREUSA CRYTHES CTESIPHON dare death delight Dost thou duty embrace Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fancy fate father fear feel friends gaze glen Glencoe GLENLYON glorious glory gods grace grief HABRA HALBERT hand happy hath hear heart Heaven HELEN HENRY MACDONALD Highland honour hope hour HYLLUS Ian's IPHITUS IRUS ISMENE king kneel LADY MACDONALD leave LINDSAY live look LYCUS MAC IAN MEDON mortal mournful never noble o'er palace pass'd passion PENTHEUS PHOCION rock scarce SCENE seek seem'd shame shed slave smile soldiers solemn sorrow soul speak spirit strange sweet sword thee thine things THOAS thou art thou hast thou wilt thought TIMOCLES tremble twill voice wait word wouldst youth
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Side 123 - ... [He goes to the altar. Gracious gods ! In whose mild service my glad youth was spent, Look on me now ; — and if there is a Power, As at this solemn time I feel there is, Beyond ye, that hath breathed through all your shapes The spirit of the beautiful that lives In earth and heaven ; — to ye I offer up This conscious being, full of life and love For my dear country's welfare.
Side 124 - Hold! Let me support him — stand away — indeed. — I have best right, although ye know it not, To cling to him in death. ION. This is a joy I did not hope for — this is sweet indeed. — Bend thine eyes on me ! CLEMANTHE.
Side 123 - That altar unattended. [//« goes to the altar. Gracious gods ! In whose mild service my glad youth was spent, Look on me now ; — and if there is a Power, As at this solemn time I feel there is, Beyond ye, that...
Side 60 - ... it look so glorious : — If we shrink Faint-hearted from the reckoning of our span Of mortal days, we pamper the fond wish For long duration in a line of kings : If the rich pageantry of thoughts must fade, All unsubstantial as the regal hues Of eve which purpled them, our cunning...
Side 330 - English regiments already mentioned, he galloped towards the clan of MacDonald, and was in the act of bringing them to the charge, with his right arm elevated, as if pointing the way to victory, when he was struck by a bullet beneath the arm-pit, where he was unprotected by his cuirass. He tried to ride on, but being unable to keep the saddle, fell, mortally wounded, and died in the course of the night.
Side 226 - The hand that mingled in the meal At midnight drew the felon steel, And gave the host's kind breast to feel Meed for his hospitality...
Side 80 - Through the proud halls of time-emboldened guilt Portents of ruin, hear me ! — In your presence, For now I feel ye nigh, I dedicate This arm to the destruction of the king And of his race; O keep me pitiless : Expel all human weakness from my frame, That this keen weapon shake not when his heart Should feel its point ; and if he has a child Whose blood is needful to the sacrifice My country asks, harden my soul to shed it ! — Was not that thunder ? Ctes.
Side 119 - tis my last request ; Thou never couldst deny me what I sought In boyish wantonness, and shalt not grudge Thy wisdom to me, till our state revive From its long anguish ; — it will not be long If Heaven approve me here. Thou hast all power Whether I live or die.
Side 33 - ... exquisite than when nectarean juice Renews the life of joy in happiest hours. It is a little thing to speak a phrase Of common comfort which by daily use Has almost lost its sense ; yet on the ear Of him who thought to die...
Side 80 - On falling nations, and on kingly lines About to sink for ever : ye, who shed Into the passions of earth's giant brood And their fierce usages the sense of justice ; Who clothe the fated battlements of tyranny With blackness as a funeral pall, and breathe, Through the proud halls of time-emboldened guilt...