Dramatic works of Sheridan and Goldsmith. With Goldsmith's poems, 2±Ç |
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... soul - it certainly dont fall off , I assure you . No , no , it dont fall off . Dang . Now , Mrs. Dangle , didn't you say it struck you in the same light ? Mrs. D. No , indeed , I did not - I did not see a fault in any part of the play ...
... soul - it certainly dont fall off , I assure you . No , no , it dont fall off . Dang . Now , Mrs. Dangle , didn't you say it struck you in the same light ? Mrs. D. No , indeed , I did not - I did not see a fault in any part of the play ...
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Richard Brinsley B. Sheridan. Sir F. Upon my soul , the women are the best judges after all ! Mrs. D. Or if I made any objection , I am sure it was to nothing in the piece ! but that I was afraid it was , on the whole , a little too long ...
Richard Brinsley B. Sheridan. Sir F. Upon my soul , the women are the best judges after all ! Mrs. D. Or if I made any objection , I am sure it was to nothing in the piece ! but that I was afraid it was , on the whole , a little too long ...
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... souls ! And thus , though fate should cut the cable of [ All take hands . Our topmost hopes , in friendship's closing line We'll grapple with despair , and if we fall , We'll fall in glory's wake ! Leic . There spoke old England's ...
... souls ! And thus , though fate should cut the cable of [ All take hands . Our topmost hopes , in friendship's closing line We'll grapple with despair , and if we fall , We'll fall in glory's wake ! Leic . There spoke old England's ...
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... soul , All friends , all right of parents I'd disclaim , And thou , my Whiskerandos , shouldst be father And mother , brother , cousin , uncle , aunt , And friend to me ! Whisk . Oh , matchless excellence ! and must we 50 SHERIDAN .
... soul , All friends , all right of parents I'd disclaim , And thou , my Whiskerandos , shouldst be father And mother , brother , cousin , uncle , aunt , And friend to me ! Whisk . Oh , matchless excellence ! and must we 50 SHERIDAN .
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... soul I'll print it every word . Sneer . That I would , indeed . Puff . So , this is a pretty dilemma , truly ! Gentlemen , you must excuse me , these fellows will never be ready , unless I go and look after them myself . Sneer . Oh ...
... soul I'll print it every word . Sneer . That I would , indeed . Puff . So , this is a pretty dilemma , truly ! Gentlemen , you must excuse me , these fellows will never be ready , unless I go and look after them myself . Sneer . Oh ...
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261 ÆäÀÌÁö - The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay, Sat by his fire and talked the night away, Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won.
259 ÆäÀÌÁö - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose...
269 ÆäÀÌÁö - And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade; Unfit in these degenerate times of shame To catch the heart, or strike for honest fame; Dear charming nymph, neglected and decried, My shame in crowds, my solitary pride; Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so; Thou guide by which the nobler arts excel, Thou nurse of every virtue, fare thee well!
299 ÆäÀÌÁö - Good people all of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran, Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes ! The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
257 ÆäÀÌÁö - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
258 ÆäÀÌÁö - The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter tittered round the place; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove.
151 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ay, your times were fine times indeed; you have been telling us of them for many a long year. 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 curate's wife, and little Cripplegate, the lame dancing-master; and all our entertainment your old stories of Prince Eugene and the Duke of Marlborough. I hate such old-fashioned trumpery. HARD. And I love it. I love everything that's old: old friends,...
263 ÆäÀÌÁö - For e'en though vanquished, he could argue still; While words of learned length, and thund'ring sound, Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around — And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, That one small head could carry all he knew.
285 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind. His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand ; His manners were gentle, complying, and bland : Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart.
257 ÆäÀÌÁö - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round.