Lectures on the English Comic Writers: Delivered at the Surry Institution |
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18. oldal
... got nothing for his pains . se of another who tell in love witha home lady who
pretended to retum his passion , and inviting him to her house , as the preliminary
come dition of her litowr , had his eyebrowsphayed , his clothes stripped oli , and
...
... got nothing for his pains . se of another who tell in love witha home lady who
pretended to retum his passion , and inviting him to her house , as the preliminary
come dition of her litowr , had his eyebrowsphayed , his clothes stripped oli , and
...
21. oldal
... his looks of alarm and petrified astonishment ; the foppish affectation and easy
confidence of the happy ' man ; the dress , the airs , the languor , the scorn , and
indifference of the fine lady ; the bustle , pertness , loquaciousness , and tricks of
...
... his looks of alarm and petrified astonishment ; the foppish affectation and easy
confidence of the happy ' man ; the dress , the airs , the languor , the scorn , and
indifference of the fine lady ; the bustle , pertness , loquaciousness , and tricks of
...
35. oldal
se The reply of the author of the periodical paper called the World to a lady at
church , who seeing him look thoughtful , asked what he was thinking of _ “ The
next World , ” — is a perversion of an established formula of language ,
something of ...
se The reply of the author of the periodical paper called the World to a lady at
church , who seeing him look thoughtful , asked what he was thinking of _ “ The
next World , ” — is a perversion of an established formula of language ,
something of ...
68. oldal
A - TS lute rusticity in a third forms the highest point of perfection of the comedies
of this period as we may see in Vanbrughs Lord Foppington , Sirdlum belly
Clumsy , and Miss Hovdengt Lady Townly , Count Bassety and John Moody in ...
A - TS lute rusticity in a third forms the highest point of perfection of the comedies
of this period as we may see in Vanbrughs Lord Foppington , Sirdlum belly
Clumsy , and Miss Hovdengt Lady Townly , Count Bassety and John Moody in ...
70. oldal
JBOLO AV 3D S ON SHAKSPEARE AND BEN JONSON . the Way of the Worlds
on the contrary who is the fine lady of betroinel of comedy has so many lovers ,
thatrisiersuntets on admiration will it be s comestindittenente to her so manymas
...
JBOLO AV 3D S ON SHAKSPEARE AND BEN JONSON . the Way of the Worlds
on the contrary who is the fine lady of betroinel of comedy has so many lovers ,
thatrisiersuntets on admiration will it be s comestindittenente to her so manymas
...
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87. oldal - Restore his years, renew him like an eagle, To the fifth age ; make him get sons and daughters, Young giants, as our philosophers have done (The ancient patriarchs afore the flood) But taking, once a week, on a knife's point The quantity of a grain of mustard of it, Become stout Marses, and beget young Cupids.
105. oldal - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
107. oldal - Her lips were red; and one was thin Compared to that was next her chin, Some bee had stung it newly: But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face, I durst no more upon them gaze Than on the sun in July. Her mouth so small, when she does speak Thou'dst swear her teeth her words did break That they might passage get; But she so handled still the matter They came as good as ours, or better, And are not spent a whit.
99. oldal - I long to talk with some old lover's ghost, Who died before the god of love was born : I cannot think that he, who then loved most, Sunk so low as to love one which did scorn. But since this god produced a destiny, And that vice-nature, custom, lets it be, I must love her, that loves not me. Sure, they which made him god, meant not so much Nor he in his young godhead...
113. oldal - Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king ! All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants belong to thee ; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice. Man for thee does sow and plough ; Farmer he, and landlord thou ! Thou dost innocently joy ; Nor does thy luxury destroy.
111. oldal - The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks, and gapes for drink again, The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair.
45. oldal - ... in cunningly diverting or cleverly retorting an objection: sometimes it is couched in a bold scheme of speech, in a tart irony, in a lusty hyperbole, in a startling metaphor, in a plausible reconciling of contradictions, or in acute nonsense...
23. oldal - Do what you will, Sir, you cannot avoid it. Should you even write as ill as you can, your letters would be published as curiosities. ' Behold a miracle ! instead of wit See two dull lines with Stanhope's pencil writ.
113. oldal - Phoebus is himself thy sire. To thee of all things upon earth, Life is no longer than thy mirth. Happy insect ! happy thou, Dost neither age nor winter know : But when thou'st drunk, and danced, and sung Thy fill, the flowery leaves among, (Voluptuous, and wise withal. Epicurean animal !) Sated with thy summer feast, Thou retir'st to endless rest.
99. oldal - Confusion worse confounded'. Here lies a she sun, and a he moon here, She gives the best light to his sphere, Or each is both, and all, and so They unto one another nothing owe.