British theatre, comprising tragedies, comedies, operas, and farces; with biogr., critical account and notes, by an Englishman [O. Williams].1830 |
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... bave felt , and more , if more be possi - him ; they embrace ] Exalted goodness ! Oh , ble , she feels for you . turn your eyes from earth and me to heaven , Barn . This is indeed the bitterness of death . where virtue like yours is ...
... bave felt , and more , if more be possi - him ; they embrace ] Exalted goodness ! Oh , ble , she feels for you . turn your eyes from earth and me to heaven , Barn . This is indeed the bitterness of death . where virtue like yours is ...
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... bave something of Sciolto's virtue . Yes , yes , my father , I applaud thy justice ; Strike home , and I will bless thee for the blow ; Be merciful , and free me from my pain ; Tis sharp , ' tis terrible , and I could curse The cheerful ...
... bave something of Sciolto's virtue . Yes , yes , my father , I applaud thy justice ; Strike home , and I will bless thee for the blow ; Be merciful , and free me from my pain ; Tis sharp , ' tis terrible , and I could curse The cheerful ...
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... bave ambition - yet the vast reward That swells my hopes , and equals all my wishes , Is in by gift alone - It is Eudocia . Eum . Eudocia ! Phocyas , I am yet thy friend , And therefore will not hold thee long in doubt . Ibou must not ...
... bave ambition - yet the vast reward That swells my hopes , and equals all my wishes , Is in by gift alone - It is Eudocia . Eum . Eudocia ! Phocyas , I am yet thy friend , And therefore will not hold thee long in doubt . Ibou must not ...
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... bave me - your humble servant . [ Exit Manly . just baked a toast , and was going to drink it Jenny . This cousin Manly , papa , seems to herself . be but of an odd sort of a crusty humour - I don't like him half so well as the count ...
... bave me - your humble servant . [ Exit Manly . just baked a toast , and was going to drink it Jenny . This cousin Manly , papa , seems to herself . be but of an odd sort of a crusty humour - I don't like him half so well as the count ...
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... bave the old gentleman come thundering down Oct. Let me conjure ye , by all the ties of apon ye by - and - by , and then we shall have honour , friendship , and pity , never to attempt ye at your ten thousand furies again - hist ! her ...
... bave the old gentleman come thundering down Oct. Let me conjure ye , by all the ties of apon ye by - and - by , and then we shall have honour , friendship , and pity , never to attempt ye at your ten thousand furies again - hist ! her ...
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490 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'll never control your choice ; but Mr. Marlow, whom I have pitched upon, is the son of my old friend, Sir Charles Marlow, of whom you have heard me talk so often. The young gentleman has been bred a scholar, and is designed for an employment in the service of his country. I am told he's a man of an excellent understanding.
494 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yet, George, if we open the campaign too fiercely at first, we may want ammunition before it is over. I think to reserve the embroidery to secure a retreat. HARD. Your talking of a retreat, Mr. Marlow, puts me in mind of the Duke of Marlborough, when we went to besiege Denain.
59 ÆäÀÌÁö - Glen. Norval, Let not our variance mar the social hour, Nor wrong the hospitality of Randolph. Nor frowning anger, nor yet wrinkled hate, Shall stain my countenance. Smooth thou thy brow : Nor let our strife disturb the gentle dame.
370 ÆäÀÌÁö - I have offered to so good a lady, with a sincere remorse, and a hearty contrition, can but obtain the least glance of compassion, I am too happy. — Ah, madam, there was a time ! — but let it be forgotten — I confess I have deservedly forfeited the high place I once held of sighing at your feet. Nay, kill me not, by turning from me in disdain.
494 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... my friends with my back to the fire. I like to give them a hearty reception in the old style at my gate. I like to see their horses and trunks taken care of.
7 ÆäÀÌÁö - Lucius seems fond of life; but what is life? 'Tis not to stalk about, and draw fresh air From time to time, or gaze upon the sun; Tis to be free. When liberty is gone, Life grows insipid, and has lost its relish.
15 ÆäÀÌÁö - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well ; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man ! Eternity ! thou pleasing, dreadful thought ! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes...
351 ÆäÀÌÁö - To pass our youth in dull indifference, to refuse the sweets of life because they once must leave us, is as preposterous as to wish to have been born old, because we one day must be old.
367 ÆäÀÌÁö - O madam, if you knew but what he promised me, and how he assured me your ladyship should come to no damage - or else the wealth of the Indies should not have bribed me to conspire against so good, so sweet, so kind a lady as you have been to me. Lady. No damage? What, to betray me, to marry me to a cast serving-man; to make me a receptacle, an hospital for a decayed pimp? No damage?
366 ÆäÀÌÁö - Well, Sir Rowland, you have the way, You are no Novice in the Labyrinth of Love, You have the Clue But as I am a Person, Sir Rowland, you must not attribute my yielding to any sinister Appetite, or Indigestion of Widowhood ; nor impute my Complacency to any Lethargy of Continence I hope you do not think me prone to any Iteration of Nuptials.