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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708
"Since Love is lost, / Come thou Revenge, succeed thou to ray Bosom, / And reign in all my Soul."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: November 25, 1707; 1708
"Rage, and the Violence of lawless Passion, / Have blinded your clear Reason; wherefore else / This frantick wild Demand?"
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: November 25, 1707; 1708
"Hap'ly some noble Youth shall in your Breast / Kindle the pure, the gentle Flame, and prove / As dear to you, as Aribert to me."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: November 25, 1707; 1708
"I feel my Soul impatient of its Bondage, / Disdaining this unworthy, idle Passion, / And strugling to be free."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: November 25, 1707; 1708
"Now, now it shoots, / It tow'rs upon the Wing to Crowns and Empire; / While Love and Aribert, those meaner Names, / Are left far, far behind, and lost for ever. / So if by chance the Eagle's noble Off-spring, / Ta'en in the Nest, becomes some Peasant's Prize, / Compell'd a while he bears his Cag...
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: November 25, 1707; 1708
"That wrathful Frown, / Your Eyes fierce glancing, and your changing Visage, / Now pale as Death, now purpled o'er with Flame, / Give me to know your Passions are at odds, / And your whole Soul is up in Arms within."
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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708
"Fools that we are! to vex the lab'ring Brain, / And waste decaying Nature thus with Thought; / To keep the weary Spirits waking still; / To goad and drive 'em in eternal Rounds / Of restless wracking Care; 'tis all in vain. / Blind Goddess Chance! henceforth I follow thee."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: November 25, 1707; 1708
"No, I will steel my Heart against thy Pray'r."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: November 25, 1707; 1708
"In vain they lavish all their cruel Arts, / And bind this feeble Body here in vain; / The free, impassive Soul mounts on the Wing, / Beyond the reach of Racks, and tort'ring Flames, / And scorns their Tyranny."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: November 25, 1707; 1708
"Fly swift as Thought, and set her free this Moment, / Or by my injur'd Love, a Name more sacred / Than all your Function knows, your Gods and you, / Your Temples, Altars, and your painted Shrines, / Your holy Trumpery shall blaze together."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
