The Theatrical Bouquet: Containing an Alphabetical Arrangement of the Prologues and Epilogues, which Have Been Published by Distinguished Wits, from the Time that Colley Cibber First Came on the Stage to the Present Year ...T. Lowndes, 1780 - 337 oldal |
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7. oldal
... mother taught , I'll tell your fortunes , as a Gipfey ought : Too far to reach your palms - I'll mark your traces , Which fate has drawn upon your comely faces ; B 4 See See what is written on the outward fkin , And THEATRICAL BOUQUET .
... mother taught , I'll tell your fortunes , as a Gipfey ought : Too far to reach your palms - I'll mark your traces , Which fate has drawn upon your comely faces ; B 4 See See what is written on the outward fkin , And THEATRICAL BOUQUET .
8. oldal
... fate difplay , Are by the hand of fashion brush'd away ; Pity it is , on beauty's faireft fpot , Where nature writes her beft they make a blot ! --- I'd tell our Author's fortune , but his face , As diftant far as India from this place ...
... fate difplay , Are by the hand of fashion brush'd away ; Pity it is , on beauty's faireft fpot , Where nature writes her beft they make a blot ! --- I'd tell our Author's fortune , but his face , As diftant far as India from this place ...
19. oldal
... fate , And Surly thus commences the debate : Pray , among Friends , does not this poisoning scene The facred rights of Tragedy prophane ? If Farce may mimic thus her awful bowl : Oh fie , all wrong , ftark naught , upon my foul ! Then ...
... fate , And Surly thus commences the debate : Pray , among Friends , does not this poisoning scene The facred rights of Tragedy prophane ? If Farce may mimic thus her awful bowl : Oh fie , all wrong , ftark naught , upon my foul ! Then ...
22. oldal
... fate : His throne forgot ! His weeping country chain'd ! And nations afk - Where Alexander reign'd ? As public woes a prince's crimes purfue , So public bleffings are his virtue's due . Shout , Britains , fhout - aufpicious fortune ...
... fate : His throne forgot ! His weeping country chain'd ! And nations afk - Where Alexander reign'd ? As public woes a prince's crimes purfue , So public bleffings are his virtue's due . Shout , Britains , fhout - aufpicious fortune ...
26. oldal
... fate : One was a youth born here , but flush from Rome , The other born abroad , but here is home ; And first the English foreigner began , Who thus addreis'd the foreign Englishman : An English Operatis not to be borne ; I , both my ...
... fate : One was a youth born here , but flush from Rome , The other born abroad , but here is home ; And first the English foreigner began , Who thus addreis'd the foreign Englishman : An English Operatis not to be borne ; I , both my ...
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applaufe bard beft boaft breaft Britons caufe charms comic critic damn DAVID GARRICK e'er English EPILOGUE ev'n ev'ry eyes faid fame faſhion fatire fave favour fcenes fcorn fear feem fenfe fhall fhew fhould filk firft flain fmile foes foft folly fome fons fool foon foul fpeak fpirit friends ftage ftand ftate ftill fuccefs fuch fure fweet GARRICK gen'rous give grace Greece heart heroes honeft honour hufbands juft KING Ladies laft laugh Lord Mifs mind mufe muft muſt ne'er night o'er OGUE paffion play pleafe pleaſe pleaſure poet poet's poor pow'r praife praiſe pray PROLOGUE R. B. SHERIDAN reafon rife ſcene ſkill ſpeak Spoken ſtage tafte taſte tears thefe there's theſe thofe thoſe thro to-night tragic Twas uſe virtue WESTO whofe wife worfe wou'd WRITTEN ye fair Zounds то
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311. oldal - To drive the deer with hound and horn Earl Percy took his way ; The child may rue that is unborn The hunting of that day.
301. oldal - The stage but echoes back the public voice ; The drama's laws, the drama's patrons give, For we that live to please, must please to live. Then prompt no more the follies you decry...
94. oldal - The welcome visitors' approach denote; Farewell all quality of high .renown, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious town! Farewell! your revels I partake no more, And Lady Teazle's occupation's o'er!
130. oldal - And about something make a mighty Pother ; They all go in, and out; and to, and fro...
171. oldal - The painter dead, yet still he charms the eye; While England lives, his fame can never die: But he who struts his hour upon the stage, Can scarce extend his fame for half an age; Nor pen nor pencil can the actor save, The art, and artist, share one common grave.
300. oldal - Then Jonson came, instructed from the school, To please in method, and invent by rule...
326. oldal - Throw it behind the fire, and never more Let that vile paper come within my door." Thus at our friends we laugh, who feel the dart; To reach our feelings, we ourselves must smart. Is our young bard so young, to think that he Can stop the full spring-tide of calumny? Knows he the world so little, and its trade? Alas! the devil's sooner raised than laid.
170. oldal - This night, our wit, the pert apprentice cries, Lies at my feet, I hiss him, and he dies.
22. oldal - Rome swift thunder flew, And headlong from his throne the tyrant threw : Thrown headlong down, by Rome in triumph led, For this night's deed, his perjur'd bosom bled. His brother's ghost each moment made him start, And all his father's anguish rent his heart. "When rob'd in black his children round him hung...
219. oldal - Commanding tears to stream through every age ; Tyrants no more their savage nature kept, And foes to virtue wonder'd how they wept. Our author...