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Page 7 - tis no longer feign'd, 'tis real love, Where Nature triumphs over wretched Art; We only warm the head, but you the heart. Always you warm; and if the rising year, As in hot regions, brings the sun too near, Tis but to make your fragrant spices blow, Which in our cooler climates will not grow.
Page 51 - Mary, our royal, ever-gracious mistress, Has to my services and humblest prayers Granted the lives of Guilford and his wife ; Full and free pardon ! Gar. Ha ! What said you > Pardon ! But sure you cannot mean it ; cou'd not urge...
Page 54 - To find how near you plac'd her to your heart: And may the gods rain all their plagues upon me, If ever I rebuke you thus again: Yet 'tis most certain, that you sign'd her death, Not knowing what the wise Pulcheria offer'd, 1834 thro
Page 40 - To make a merit of that proffer'd freedom, Which, in despite of thee, a day shall give me. Nor can my fate depend on thee, false Guilford ; For know, to thy confusion, ere the sun Twice gild the east, our royal Mary comes To end thy pageant reign, and set...
Page 37 - Heaven spoke by thee ; thou'rt its oracle, And I'll fulfil its laws. This is the hour, In which he pays, at the adjoining altar, Black rites to his imaginary gods. Follow me not, Palmira. Pal. I must follow ; I will not, dare not, leave thee. Zaph. Gentle maid, I beg thee fly these walls ; thou canst not bear This horrid scene — Oh, these are dreadful moments ! Begone — quick — this way — Pal.
Page 31 - To see the utmost wish the great can form, A crown, thus coldly met : A crown, which slighted, And left in scorn by you, shall soon be sought, And find a joyful wearer ; one, perhaps, Of blood unkindred to your royal house, And fix its glories in another line.
Page 28 - Therefore receive, oh prince! and take it kindly, For none on earth but you could win it from me, Receive the gift of my eternal love ; 'Tis all I can bestow; nor is it little, For sure a heart so coldly chaste as mine No charms but yours, my lord, could e'er have warm'd Eij far.
Page 17 - As I approach'd to kneel and pay my duty, He rais'd his feeble eyes, and faintly smiling, Are you then come ! he cry'd : I only liv'd, To bid farewell to thee, my gentle cousin ; " To speak a few short words to thee, and die.
Page 24 - That I may curse myself, and thee, and her. Come, tell me how thou didst supplant thy friend > How didst thou look with that betraying face, And smiling plot my ruin ? Guil. Give me way. When thou art better temper'd, I may tell thee, And vindicate at full my love and friendship.