Tis all in vain, this rage that tears thy bosom; Like a poor bird that flutters in its cage, Thou beat'st thyself to death. Retire, I beg thee; To see thee thus, thou know'st not how it wounds me; Thy agonies are added to my own, And make the burden more... The Works of Nicholas Rowe, Esq; ... - Page 142by Nicholas Rowe - 1766 - 373 pagesFull view - About this book
| Nicholas Rowe - 1907 - 322 pages
...him ! Some horrid, cursed kind of death o'ertake him, Suddain, and in the fullness of his sins ! 395 That he may know how terrible it is To want that moment he denies thee now. Has. 'T is all in vain, this rage that tears thy bosom ; Like a poor bird that flutters in its cage,... | |
| Nicholas Rowe - 1907 - 318 pages
...him ! Some horrid, cursed kind of death o'ertake him, Suddain, and in the fullness of his sins ! 395 That he may know how terrible it is To want that moment he denies thee now. Has. 'Tis all in vain, this rage that tears thy bosom ; Like a poor bird that flutters in its cage,... | |
| David Harrison Stevens - English drama - 1923 - 938 pages
...him! lightilast him! :1, cursed kind of death o'ertake Sudden, and in the fullness of his sins! 395 id Harrison LORD HASTINGS. Tis all in vain, this rage that tears thy bosom; Like a poor bird that flutters in its... | |
| Jeffrey Kahan - Drama - 2004 - 408 pages
...great avenger, give him blood for blood: Guilt haunt him, fiends pursue him, lightnings blast him, That he may know how terrible it is To want that moment he denies thee now. 345 Hast. This rage is all in vain. Retire, I beg thee: To see thee thus, thou know'st not how it wounds... | |
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