Edward and Eleonora A Tragedy |
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 | Edward and Eleonora |  |
SCENE I.
Gloster.
O miracle of Love! O wond'rous Princess!
'Tis such as thou, who keep the gentle Flame,
That animates Society, alive,
Who make the Dwellings of Mankind delightful.
What is vain Life? an idle Flight of Days,
A still-delusive Round of sickly Joys,
A Scene of little Cares and trifling Passions,
If not enobled by such Deeds of Virtue?
And yet this matchless Virtue! what avails it?
Th'afflicting Angel has forsook the Prince,
And now pours out his Terrors on the Princess.
Forsook him, said I?—No; he must awake
To keener Evils than the Body knows,
Which Minds alone, and generous Minds can feel.
O Virtue! Virtue! as thy Joys excel,
So are thy Woes transcendent, the gross World
Knows not the Bliss or Misery of either—
'Tis such as thou, who keep the gentle Flame,
That animates Society, alive,
Who make the Dwellings of Mankind delightful.
What is vain Life? an idle Flight of Days,
A still-delusive Round of sickly Joys,
A Scene of little Cares and trifling Passions,
If not enobled by such Deeds of Virtue?
And yet this matchless Virtue! what avails it?
Th'afflicting Angel has forsook the Prince,
And now pours out his Terrors on the Princess.
Forsook him, said I?—No; he must awake
To keener Evils than the Body knows,
Which Minds alone, and generous Minds can feel.
O Virtue! Virtue! as thy Joys excel,
So are thy Woes transcendent, the gross World
Knows not the Bliss or Misery of either—
The Prince forsakes his Couch—He seems renew'd
In Health—Ah short deceitful Gleam of Ease!
In Health—Ah short deceitful Gleam of Ease!
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