Accepted Addresses; Or, Proemium Poetarum: To which are Added, Macbeth Travestie, in Three Acts, and Miscellanies, by Different HandsThomas Tegg, 1813 - 195 oldal |
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44. oldal
... Besides , it is well understood , Attorneys are not very good . How well I remember my fair , Performing Sir Harry Wildair- ' But mine is the character now , For I am Sir Harry I vow . Then do not refuse my goldfinches * , But look on a ...
... Besides , it is well understood , Attorneys are not very good . How well I remember my fair , Performing Sir Harry Wildair- ' But mine is the character now , For I am Sir Harry I vow . Then do not refuse my goldfinches * , But look on a ...
16. oldal
... beside that old arm chair . I sat and watched her many a day , When her eyes grew dim , and her locks were gray . And I almost worship'd her when she smiled , And turn'd from her bible to bless her child . Years rolled on , but the last ...
... beside that old arm chair . I sat and watched her many a day , When her eyes grew dim , and her locks were gray . And I almost worship'd her when she smiled , And turn'd from her bible to bless her child . Years rolled on , but the last ...
16. oldal
... Beside it the fountain flows ; And a fair bird sits the boughs between , And sings his melodious woes . No greener garden e'er was known Within the bounds of an earthly king ; No lovelier skies have ever shone Than those that illumine ...
... Beside it the fountain flows ; And a fair bird sits the boughs between , And sings his melodious woes . No greener garden e'er was known Within the bounds of an earthly king ; No lovelier skies have ever shone Than those that illumine ...
24. oldal
... spell From the green leaves of the wildwood , From beside the charméd well , For Red Riding Hood , the darling , The flower of fairy lore ! Little Red Riding Hood . - Page 24 . The 24 THE VIOLET SPEAKER LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD.
... spell From the green leaves of the wildwood , From beside the charméd well , For Red Riding Hood , the darling , The flower of fairy lore ! Little Red Riding Hood . - Page 24 . The 24 THE VIOLET SPEAKER LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD.
38. oldal
... Beside a grotto of their own , With boughs above them closing , The seven are laid , and in the shade They lie like fawns reposing . But now , upstarting with affright At noise of man and steed , Away they fly to left , to right- Of ...
... Beside a grotto of their own , With boughs above them closing , The seven are laid , and in the shade They lie like fawns reposing . But now , upstarting with affright At noise of man and steed , Away they fly to left , to right- Of ...
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ADDRESS Art thou Ballinderry Banquo bell bless bonnet boughs brave bright burlettas Carlisle wall CHARLES KINGSLEY CHARLES MACKAY cheek cried dead dear door doth ELIZA COOK Enter Macbeth eyes fair on Carlisle farewell fear Fleance friar give green things growing Gwenwynwyn hair hand happy haste hath head heart heaven hobby JOHNSON King kissed Lady Macbeth land Lenox light Lochinvar look Lord lover MACBETH TRAVESTIE Macduff maid maiden Malcolm morning mother mournfully Murderer Nautilus ne'er Netherby never night o'er Ochone old familiar faces poor pray river Dee Rolla rose round Royalty Theatre sail SAMUEL LOVER Servant sing Siward smile solitude of Binnorie song soul stay sun shines fair sure sweet tear tell Thane of Cawdor thee THEOBALD There's thine thou'st thought tree Twas Vauxhall violets wear wind woman word wou'd young
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146. oldal - Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
150. oldal - By this the storm grew loud apace; The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men — Their trampling sounded nearer. "Oh! haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
148. oldal - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
178. oldal - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well saved, 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 every thing.
176. oldal - Had cheer'd the village with his song, Nor yet at eve his note suspended, Nor yet when eventide was ended, Began to feel, as well he might, The keen demands of appetite ; When, looking eagerly around, He spied far off, upon the ground, A something shining in the dark, And knew the glowworm by his spark ; So stooping down from hawthorn top, He thought to put him in his crop. The worm, aware of his intent, Harangued him thus, right eloquent — Did you admire my lamp...
177. oldal - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits, and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms; And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school: And then, the lover; Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress...
150. oldal - I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father." The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, — When, oh ! too strong for human hand, The tempest gathered o'er her.
148. oldal - But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring : And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
165. oldal - That age is best, which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.
145. oldal - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast...