The Actor's Budget: Consisting of Monologues, Prologues, Epilogues, and Tales, Serious and Comic : Together with a Rare and Genuine Collection of Theatrical Anecdotes and Comic Songsprinted at the Columbian Press, 1824 - 379 oldal |
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... meet , And try the frozen edge with tim'rous feet , The surface trembles , and the crackling noise Cows with wide - spreading far faint hearted boys ; Whilst one more vent'rous than the rest appears , Glides to the centre , and assur'd ...
... meet , And try the frozen edge with tim'rous feet , The surface trembles , and the crackling noise Cows with wide - spreading far faint hearted boys ; Whilst one more vent'rous than the rest appears , Glides to the centre , and assur'd ...
41. oldal
... meet a cold , o'erwhelming grave ; Then from the shore my puny bark I push'd , Whilst your applause my loudest terrors hush'd ; And to your candour trusting , still I glide Safely my bark ' long the unruffled tide ; Your kind protection ...
... meet a cold , o'erwhelming grave ; Then from the shore my puny bark I push'd , Whilst your applause my loudest terrors hush'd ; And to your candour trusting , still I glide Safely my bark ' long the unruffled tide ; Your kind protection ...
45. oldal
... meet , And with squeezes and bumps , made my way through the street ; O'er a wh el - barrow handle , in my terror , I stumbled , And into the channel head - fo wards I tumb'ed : The thief made his escape , " stop thief ! " still was the ...
... meet , And with squeezes and bumps , made my way through the street ; O'er a wh el - barrow handle , in my terror , I stumbled , And into the channel head - fo wards I tumb'ed : The thief made his escape , " stop thief ! " still was the ...
47. oldal
... meet : For queen Morality is not so nice , As alw ays rob'd in snow , or crown'd with ice ; She's full instructive in her gayest mood , As when she's convent - garb'd in matron's hood : More aptly too her admonitions flow , Then through ...
... meet : For queen Morality is not so nice , As alw ays rob'd in snow , or crown'd with ice ; She's full instructive in her gayest mood , As when she's convent - garb'd in matron's hood : More aptly too her admonitions flow , Then through ...
48. oldal
... meet her swain , -all palpitation ! ( Mimicks her . ) - " Oh ! my poor heart - dear Sir - I shall expire ! My scarlet blushing cheeks are all on fire ! " Say that you love me ! " - ( Sighs . - Mimicks her . ) - Angels catch that sigh ...
... meet her swain , -all palpitation ! ( Mimicks her . ) - " Oh ! my poor heart - dear Sir - I shall expire ! My scarlet blushing cheeks are all on fire ! " Say that you love me ! " - ( Sighs . - Mimicks her . ) - Angels catch that sigh ...
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The Actor's Budget: Consisting of Monologues, Prologues, Epilogues, and ... William Oxbury Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2018 |
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136. oldal - For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft Have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
136. oldal - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
139. oldal - Scotland's shore. So thick a haze o'erspreads the sky They cannot see the sun on high ; The wind hath blown a gale all day, At evening it hath died away. On the deck the Rover takes his stand, So dark it is they see no land. Quoth Sir Ralph, "It will be lighter soon, For there is the dawn of the rising moon.
134. oldal - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
136. oldal - Th' applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their...
136. oldal - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
14. oldal - With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
135. oldal - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire, Hands that the rod of empire might have...
138. oldal - Rover walked his deck, And he fixed his eye on the darker speck. He felt the cheering power of spring ; It made him whistle, it made him sing : His heart was mirthful to excess, But the Rover's mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the Inchcape...
135. oldal - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death...