Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical and Critical, 20. kötetGeorge Daniel, John Cumberland J. Cumberland, 1828 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 28 találatból.
8. oldal
... Mary • · • • Mr. Gardener Mr. Sherwin Mr. Davenport Mr. Coveney Mr. Rees Mr. Read Mr. Klanert Mr. Brown Mr. Atkins Haymarket . Mr. Melrose Mr. Ross Mr. Pyne Mr. J. Reeve Mr. W. West Mr. Coates Mr. Bishop Mr. Cooke Mr. Ebsworth Mr. W. H. ...
... Mary • · • • Mr. Gardener Mr. Sherwin Mr. Davenport Mr. Coveney Mr. Rees Mr. Read Mr. Klanert Mr. Brown Mr. Atkins Haymarket . Mr. Melrose Mr. Ross Mr. Pyne Mr. J. Reeve Mr. W. West Mr. Coates Mr. Bishop Mr. Cooke Mr. Ebsworth Mr. W. H. ...
13. oldal
... Mary appears at the door of the Turnpike - house , L. U. E. , with a newspaper in her hand . Joe . ( c . ) Yes , yes , the old boy loved the sex , I grant ; but he never hung out false colours to deceive the inno- cent ; and if , in the ...
... Mary appears at the door of the Turnpike - house , L. U. E. , with a newspaper in her hand . Joe . ( c . ) Yes , yes , the old boy loved the sex , I grant ; but he never hung out false colours to deceive the inno- cent ; and if , in the ...
14. oldal
... [ Mary weeps , and retires into the Turnpike - house , L. U. E. ] Poor wench ! No wonder it makes her weep - tough as my heart is , damme , but it almost sets my pumps a - going . But he died as a British seaman should , in the lap of ...
... [ Mary weeps , and retires into the Turnpike - house , L. U. E. ] Poor wench ! No wonder it makes her weep - tough as my heart is , damme , but it almost sets my pumps a - going . But he died as a British seaman should , in the lap of ...
15. oldal
... Mary , too , or you'll no longer have the turnpike , farm , or dairy . Old May . I don't fear Sir Edward , boy , more than thy temper . " I always understood from the good admiral that I was rent free ; yet Sir Edward claims arrears for ...
... Mary , too , or you'll no longer have the turnpike , farm , or dairy . Old May . I don't fear Sir Edward , boy , more than thy temper . " I always understood from the good admiral that I was rent free ; yet Sir Edward claims arrears for ...
16. oldal
... Mary . Oh , how changed is all the world to me ! Objects which used to inspire delight now only serve to increase my affliction . SONG . - MARY . The poplar grove his presence grac'd , Where William oft would bless me ; The smooth ...
... Mary . Oh , how changed is all the world to me ! Objects which used to inspire delight now only serve to increase my affliction . SONG . - MARY . The poplar grove his presence grac'd , Where William oft would bless me ; The smooth ...
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54. oldal - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream : it shall be called Bottom's Dream...
56. oldal - More strange than true : I never may believe These antique fables nor these fairy toys. Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends.
27. oldal - I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine. With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
65. oldal - Now the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon ; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud.
10. oldal - The Lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic. Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives...
25. oldal - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
24. oldal - ... the seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose; and on old Hiems' thin and icy crown an odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds is, as in mockery, set...
66. oldal - If we shadows have offended. Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend...
56. oldal - The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven ; And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy ; Or, in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear ? Hip.
36. oldal - Be kind and courteous to this gentleman ; Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes ; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, -. With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries. The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs, And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes...