The Poetical Works of S.T. Coleridge: Including the Dramas of Wallenstein, Remorse, and Zapola ...W. Pickering, 1828 |
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... Piccolomini , both son and father- You'll meet with many an unexpected greeting From many an old friend and acquaintance . Only Galas is wanting still , and Altringer . Expect not Galas . BUTLER . ILLO . ( hesitating 6 THE PICCOLOMINI ...
... Piccolomini , both son and father- You'll meet with many an unexpected greeting From many an old friend and acquaintance . Only Galas is wanting still , and Altringer . Expect not Galas . BUTLER . ILLO . ( hesitating 6 THE PICCOLOMINI ...
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... obligation which the Duke Had layed so newly on me ILLO . I had forgotten A pleasant duty - Major General , I wish you joy ! ISOLANI . What , you mean , of his regiment ? I hear , too , that , to make the THE PICCOLOMINI , OR THE.
... obligation which the Duke Had layed so newly on me ILLO . I had forgotten A pleasant duty - Major General , I wish you joy ! ISOLANI . What , you mean , of his regiment ? I hear , too , that , to make the THE PICCOLOMINI , OR THE.
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... and confused . ) Know you aught then ? You alarm me . ISOLANI . ( at the same time with Butler , and in a hurrying voice . ) We should be ruined , every one of us ! ILLO . No more ! Yonder I see our worthy 10 THE PICCOLOMINI , OR THE.
... and confused . ) Know you aught then ? You alarm me . ISOLANI . ( at the same time with Butler , and in a hurrying voice . ) We should be ruined , every one of us ! ILLO . No more ! Yonder I see our worthy 10 THE PICCOLOMINI , OR THE.
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... Piccolomini . BUTLER . ( shaking his head significantly . ) I fear we shall not go hence as we came . SCENE II . Enter OCTAVIO PICCOLOMINI , and QUESTENBERG . OCTAVIO . ( still in the distance . ) Ay , ay ! more still ! Still more new ...
... Piccolomini . BUTLER . ( shaking his head significantly . ) I fear we shall not go hence as we came . SCENE II . Enter OCTAVIO PICCOLOMINI , and QUESTENBERG . OCTAVIO . ( still in the distance . ) Ay , ay ! more still ! Still more new ...
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... Piccolomini - yet - if- Reflect a little- OCTAVIO . I must venture it . Hush ! -There he comes ! SCENE IV . MAX . PICCOLOMINI , OCTAVIO PICCOLOMINI , FIRST PART OF WALLENSTEIN . 25.
... Piccolomini - yet - if- Reflect a little- OCTAVIO . I must venture it . Hush ! -There he comes ! SCENE IV . MAX . PICCOLOMINI , OCTAVIO PICCOLOMINI , FIRST PART OF WALLENSTEIN . 25.
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already ANSPESSADE arms army BURGOMASTER BUTLER camp CAPTAIN CELLAR chamber command confidence CORNET Count Tertsky COUNTESS TERTSKY Cuirassiers dæmon dare daughter deed destiny DEVEREUX dost doth DUCHESS Duke Friedland duty Egra Emperor enemy enter entreat evil Exit faithful favour fear fortune Galas give GOETZ GORDON hadst hand hast thou hath hear heart heaven hither honour ILLO ISOLANI Lady Neubrunn leave longer look Lord MACDONALD Maradas MASTER mother ne'er NEUMANN never night noble o'er oath OCTAVIO PICCOLOMINI once Pappenheimers pause Pilsen Prague Prince QUESTENBERG Regenspurg regiments remain round S. T. COLERIDGE SCENE SCENE VI SECOND SERVANT soul spirit stand stars Swedes Swedish sword tell thee THEKLA There's thine Thou art thou hast Thou wilt thy father thyself TIEFENBACH traitor troops trust Twas twill Vienna voice WALLENSTEIN Wherefore whole wish word WRANGEL
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Page 215 - twixt thy friend and him Who is thy Emperor. Max. War ! is that the name ? War is as frightful as heaven's pestilence. Yet it is good, is it heaven's will as that is. Is that a good war, which against the Emperor Thou wagest with the Emperor's own army?
Page 32 - Which we have ne'er experienced. We have been But voyaging along its barren coasts, Like some poor ever-roaming horde of pirates, That, crowded in the rank and narrow ship, House on the wild sea with wild usages, Nor know aught of the main land but the bays Where safeliest they may venture a thieves
Page 105 - The cloud doth gather, the greenwood roar, The damsel paces along the shore ; The billows they tumble with might, with might ; And she flings out her voice to the darksome night, Her bosom is swelling with sorrow ; The world it is empty, the heart will die, There's nothing to wish for beneath the sky : Thou Holy One, call thy child away ! I've lived and loved, and that was to-day — Make ready my grave-clothes to-morrow*. * I found it not in my power...
Page 99 - And if this be the science of the stars, I too, with glad and zealous industry, Will learn acquaintance with this cheerful faith. It is a gentle and affectionate thought, That in immeasurable heights above us, At our first birth, the wreath of love was woven, With sparkling stars for flowers.
Page 184 - Tis a foe invisible, The which I fear — a fearful enemy, Which in the human heart opposes me, By its coward fear alone made fearful to me. Not that, which full of life, instinct with power, Makes known its present being, that is not The true, the perilously formidable.
Page 307 - You are my evil genius, wherefore must you Announce it in their presence? It was all In a fair way. They were half won! Those madmen With their improvident over-readiness — A cruel game is fortune playing with me. The zeal of friends it is that razes me, And not the hate of enemies. Scene XVII To these enter the Duchess, who rushes into the chamber.
Page 219 - Thou canst with splendour do it — do it too With innocence. Thou hast lived much for others, At length live thou for thy own self. I follow thee. My destiny I never part from thine.
Page 197 - To live upon the mercy of these Swedes ! Of these proud-hearted Swedes I could not bear it. ILLO. Goest thou as fugitive, as mendicant ? Bringest thou not more to them than thou receivest ? SCENE VII.
Page 360 - But. [with a cold and haughty air.] He is a great Lord, This Duke — and I am but of mean importance ! This is what you would say. Wherein concerns it The world at large, you mean to hint to me, Whether the man of low extraction keeps Or blemishes his...
Page 107 - The cavern doth mutter, the greenwood moan ; Billows are breaking, the damsel's heart aching, Thus in the dark night she singeth alone, Her eye upward roving : The world is empty, the heart is dead surely, In this world plainly all seemeth amiss ; To thy heaven, Holy One, take home thy little one, I have partaken of all earth's bliss, Both living and loving.