The Traveller, The Deserted Village, and Other PoemsSamuel G. Goodrich, 1819 - 166ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... do I run ? If I proceed , our bard will be undone ! Well , then , a truce , since she requests it too : Do you spare her , and I'll for once spare you . EPILOGUE SPOKEN BY MRS . BULKLEY AND MISS CATLEY . EPILOGUE . 157.
... do I run ? If I proceed , our bard will be undone ! Well , then , a truce , since she requests it too : Do you spare her , and I'll for once spare you . EPILOGUE SPOKEN BY MRS . BULKLEY AND MISS CATLEY . EPILOGUE . 157.
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... Catley , who stands full before her , and curtsies to the Audi- ence . MRS . BULKLEY . HOLD , ma'am , your pardon . What's your business here ? The Epilogue . The Epilogue ? MISS CATLEY . MRS . BULKLEY . MISS CATLEY . Yes , the Epilogue ...
... Catley , who stands full before her , and curtsies to the Audi- ence . MRS . BULKLEY . HOLD , ma'am , your pardon . What's your business here ? The Epilogue . The Epilogue ? MISS CATLEY . MRS . BULKLEY . MISS CATLEY . Yes , the Epilogue ...
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... CATLEY . What if we leave it to the House ? MRS . BULKLEY . The House ! -Agreed . Agreed . MISS CATLEY . MRS . BULKLEY . And she , whose party's largest , shall proceed . And first I hope , you'll readily agree I've all EPILOGUE . 159.
... CATLEY . What if we leave it to the House ? MRS . BULKLEY . The House ! -Agreed . Agreed . MISS CATLEY . MRS . BULKLEY . And she , whose party's largest , shall proceed . And first I hope , you'll readily agree I've all EPILOGUE . 159.
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... CATLEY . I'm for a different set - Old men whose trade is Still to gallant and dangle with the ladies . RECITATIVE . Who mump their passion , and who , grimly smiling , Still thus address the fair , with voice beguiling . AIR COTILLION ...
... CATLEY . I'm for a different set - Old men whose trade is Still to gallant and dangle with the ladies . RECITATIVE . Who mump their passion , and who , grimly smiling , Still thus address the fair , with voice beguiling . AIR COTILLION ...
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... CATLEY . Ay , take your travellers , travellers indeed ! Give me my bonny Scot , that travels from the Tweed . Where are the cheels ! Ah , ah , I well discern The smiling looks of each bewitching bairne : A bonny young lad is my Jockey ...
... CATLEY . Ay , take your travellers , travellers indeed ! Give me my bonny Scot , that travels from the Tweed . Where are the cheels ! Ah , ah , I well discern The smiling looks of each bewitching bairne : A bonny young lad is my Jockey ...
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Amidst ballad bards beauty Bishop of Dromore blessings blest bliss bookseller bow'rs breast brother BULKLEY Burke character charms cheerful David Garrick dear DESERTED VILLAGE Doctor e'en Epilogue EPITAPH Ev'n ev'ry ev❜n eyes fame flies follow'd fond Garrick genius gentle GOODRICH HART heart heav'n hermit hoard honest honour Johnson keep a corner land Lishoy lord luxury mind mirth MISS CATLEY native ne'er never o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH once pain passion pasty pensive perhaps pity plain pleas'd pleasure poem poet poet's poor pow'r praise pride reign Richard Burke rise round scene sigh SIMILE sinks Sir Joshua Reynolds skies smiling sorrow soul spread STOOPS TO CONQUER stranger supply'd swain sweet SWEET AUBURN tale thee There's thine things thou toil TRAVELLER tripe turn twas venison VICAR OF WAKEFIELD wealth Whitefoord wish'd wretch