British theatre, comprising tragedies, comedies, operas, and farces; with biogr., critical account and notes, by an Englishman [O. Williams].1828 |
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... young prince , that valour soars above What the world calls misfortune and affliction . These are not ills ; else would they never fall and On heav'n's first fav'rites , and the best of men . The gods , in bounty , work up storms about ...
... young prince , that valour soars above What the world calls misfortune and affliction . These are not ills ; else would they never fall and On heav'n's first fav'rites , and the best of men . The gods , in bounty , work up storms about ...
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... young . Juba . Gods , must I tamely bear This arrogance unanswer'd ! thour't a traitor , A false old traitor . [ Aside . Juba . Cato shall know the baseness of thy Syph . I have gone too far . Syph . I must appease this storm , or ...
... young . Juba . Gods , must I tamely bear This arrogance unanswer'd ! thour't a traitor , A false old traitor . [ Aside . Juba . Cato shall know the baseness of thy Syph . I have gone too far . Syph . I must appease this storm , or ...
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... young gallant stranger , And pair'd with him in features and in shape , In all endowments , as in years , I deem , My boy with blooming Norval might have number'd . Of thy pretended meekness ? this to me , Who , with a gentleness which ...
... young gallant stranger , And pair'd with him in features and in shape , In all endowments , as in years , I deem , My boy with blooming Norval might have number'd . Of thy pretended meekness ? this to me , Who , with a gentleness which ...
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... young fellow ? Lucy . So it seems . Blunt . How ! is our mistress turned fool at last ? She's in love with him , I suppose . Lucy . I suppose not . But she designs to make him in love with her , if she can . Blunt . What will she get by ...
... young fellow ? Lucy . So it seems . Blunt . How ! is our mistress turned fool at last ? She's in love with him , I suppose . Lucy . I suppose not . But she designs to make him in love with her , if she can . Blunt . What will she get by ...
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... young man . Sey . Not quite so young , but I can keep a secret , and a lady's too - you'll excuse me , sir ! [ Exit . Darn . ' Sdeath ! to be laughed at by every Char . Now we come to the point . - To - body - I shall run distracted ...
... young man . Sey . Not quite so young , but I can keep a secret , and a lady's too - you'll excuse me , sir ! [ Exit . Darn . ' Sdeath ! to be laughed at by every Char . Now we come to the point . - To - body - I shall run distracted ...
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15 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 and changes must we pass ! The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me ; But shadows, clouds, and darkness, rest upon it.
494 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... 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.
489 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here we live in an old rumbling mansion, that looks for all the world like an inn, but that we never see company. Our best visitors are old Mrs. Oddfish, the...
493 ÆäÀÌÁö - The Englishman's malady : but tell me, George, where could I have learned that assurance you talk of? My life has been chiefly spent in a college or an inn, in seclusion from that lovely part of the creation that chiefly teach men confidence.
363 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sunday in a new chariot, to provoke eyes and whispers, and then never to be seen there together again ; as if we were proud of one another the first week, and ashamed of one another ever after. Let us never visit together, nor go to a play together ; but let us be very strange and well bred : let us be as strange as if we had been married a great while ; and as well bred as if we were not married at all.
489 ÆäÀÌÁö - And am I to blame ? The poor boy was always too sickly to do any good. A school would be his death. When he comes to be a little stronger, who knows what a year or two's Latin may do for him ? HARD.
492 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then you were to keep straight forward, till you came to four roads. Mar. Come to where four roads meet ? Tony. Ay ; but you must be sure to take only one of them. Mar. O, sir, you're facetious. Tony. Then keeping to the right, you are to go sideways, till you come upon Crack-skull Common ; there you must look sharp for the track of the wheel, and go forward till you come to Farmer Murrain's barn. Coming to the farmer's barn, you are to turn to the right, and then to the left, and then to the right-about...
4 ÆäÀÌÁö - Coarse are his meals, the fortune of the chase, Amidst the running stream he slakes his thirst, Toils all the day, and at the approach of night On the first friendly bank he throws him down, Or rests his" head upon a rock till morn : Then rises fresh, pursues his wonted game, And if the following day he chance to find A new repast, or an untasted spring, Blesses his stars, and thinks it luxury.
5 ÆäÀÌÁö - My voice is still for war. Gods ! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slavery or death ? No ; let us rise at once, gird on our swords, And, at the head of our remaining troops, Attack the foe, break through the thick array Of his thronged legions, and charge home upon him.
191 ÆäÀÌÁö - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends ; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike.