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Ch XVI, S E N T I M E N T S,
11L
Which are diffus’d through the revolving year ,
Come heavy laden with th’ oppresiive weight
To me; with me, successively, they leave
The sighs, the tears, the groans, the restlcss cares,
And all the damps of grief, that did retard their ssight:
They fliake their downy wings, and scatter all
The dire colleded dews on my poor head ;
Then ssy with joy and swiftness from me.
Adi i. fc. k
In the same play , Almena seeing a dead body,
which flie took to be Alphonso’s, expresses senti-
ments strained and artificial, which nature suggests
not to any person upon such an occasioa :
Had they , or hearts, or eyes , that did this deed ?
Could eyes endure to guide such cruel hands?
Are not my eyes guilty alike with theirs,
That thus can gaze , and yet not turn to ssone ?
— I do not weep! The springs of tears are dry’d,
And of a hidden I am calm , as if
All things were well; and yet my husband’s murder’d !
Yes, yes, I know to mourn: I’ll ssuice this heart,
The source of wo, and let the torrent loose.
Asi 5. Jc. n.
Lady Trueman. How could you be so cruel to defer
giving me that joy which you knew I must receive from
your presence ? You have robb’dmy life of some hours
of happiness that ought to have been in it.
Drummer , a£t 5.
Pope’s Elegy to the memory of an unsortunate
lady, expresses delicately the most tender concern
and borrow that one can seel for the deplorable fate
11L
Which are diffus’d through the revolving year ,
Come heavy laden with th’ oppresiive weight
To me; with me, successively, they leave
The sighs, the tears, the groans, the restlcss cares,
And all the damps of grief, that did retard their ssight:
They fliake their downy wings, and scatter all
The dire colleded dews on my poor head ;
Then ssy with joy and swiftness from me.
Adi i. fc. k
In the same play , Almena seeing a dead body,
which flie took to be Alphonso’s, expresses senti-
ments strained and artificial, which nature suggests
not to any person upon such an occasioa :
Had they , or hearts, or eyes , that did this deed ?
Could eyes endure to guide such cruel hands?
Are not my eyes guilty alike with theirs,
That thus can gaze , and yet not turn to ssone ?
— I do not weep! The springs of tears are dry’d,
And of a hidden I am calm , as if
All things were well; and yet my husband’s murder’d !
Yes, yes, I know to mourn: I’ll ssuice this heart,
The source of wo, and let the torrent loose.
Asi 5. Jc. n.
Lady Trueman. How could you be so cruel to defer
giving me that joy which you knew I must receive from
your presence ? You have robb’dmy life of some hours
of happiness that ought to have been in it.
Drummer , a£t 5.
Pope’s Elegy to the memory of an unsortunate
lady, expresses delicately the most tender concern
and borrow that one can seel for the deplorable fate