The Bridal: A Tragedy in Five Acts

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Berford & Company, 1847 - 67 lappuses
 

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13. lappuse - Mine arms thus, and mine hair blown with the wind, Wild as that desert ; and let all about me Tell that I am forsaken. Do my face (If thou had'st ever feeling of a sorrow) Thus, thus, Antiphila : strive to make me look Like Sorrow's monument ; and the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless ; let the rocks Groan with continual surges ; and behind me, Make all a desolation.
13. lappuse - To show a soul so full of misery As this sad lady's was. Do it by me, Do it again by me, the lost Aspatia ; And you shall find all true but the wild island.
10. lappuse - Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; Say I died true: My love was false, but I was firm From my hour of birth. Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth!
22. lappuse - All joys upon him ! for he is my friend. Wonder not that I call a man so young my friend : His worth is great ; valiant he is and temperate ; And one that never thinks his life his own, If his friend need it.
23. lappuse - I brought home conquest), he would gaze upon me And view me round, to find in what one limb The virtue lay to do those things he heard; Then would he wish to see my sword, and feel The quickness of the edge, and in his hand Weigh it: he oft would make me smile at this. His youth did promise much, and his ripe years Will see it all performed.
39. lappuse - A bawd ! Hold, hold, my breast ! A bitter curse Seize me, if I forget not all respects That are religious, on another word Sounded like that; and, through a sea of sins, Will wade to my revenge, though I should call Pains here, and after life, upon my soul ! King. Well, I am resolute you lay not with her; And so I leave you.
31. lappuse - Do not wrong me so. Yes, if his body were a poisonous plant, That it were death to touch, I have a soul Will throw me on him.
32. lappuse - Thy flesh is soft, and in thine eyes doth dwell The spirit of love ; thy heart cannot be hard. Come, lead me from the bottom of despair To all the joys thou hast ; I know thou wilt ; And make me careful lest the sudden change O'ercome my spirits.
12. lappuse - Weeps for the ruined merchant, when he roars ; Rather, the wind courts but the pregnant sails, When the strong cordage cracks ; rather, the sun Comes but to kiss the fruit in wealthy autumn, When all falls blasted.
22. lappuse - My lord, my thanks ; but these scratched limbs of mine Have spoke my love and truth unto my friends, More than my tongue e'er could. My mind's the same It ever was to you : where I find worth, I love the keeper till he let it go, And then I follow it.

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