Dramatic Works: To which is Prefixed a Life of the Author, 1. kötetA. Millar, 1798 |
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246. oldal
... Old Shep . What , art so near ? What ail'st thou man ? Clown . I have seen such a sight ! Old Shep . Why , boy , how is it ? Clown . I wou'd you did but see how the sea chafes , how But I am not to say it rages , how it rakes up the ...
... Old Shep . What , art so near ? What ail'st thou man ? Clown . I have seen such a sight ! Old Shep . Why , boy , how is it ? Clown . I wou'd you did but see how the sea chafes , how But I am not to say it rages , how it rakes up the ...
247. oldal
To which is Prefixed a Life of the Author David Garrick. Old Shep . Run , run , boy ! thy legs are youngest . Clown . Stay , they have found the road to the beach , and eome towards us . Old Shep . Some rich men , I warrant ' em ; that ...
To which is Prefixed a Life of the Author David Garrick. Old Shep . Run , run , boy ! thy legs are youngest . Clown . Stay , they have found the road to the beach , and eome towards us . Old Shep . Some rich men , I warrant ' em ; that ...
248. oldal
... Old Shep . This way , this way- Clown . And now the storm's blown over , father ; we'll send down Nicholas and his fellow to pick up the dead bo- dies , if any may be thrown ashore , and bury them . Old Shep . ' Tis a good deed , boy ...
... Old Shep . This way , this way- Clown . And now the storm's blown over , father ; we'll send down Nicholas and his fellow to pick up the dead bo- dies , if any may be thrown ashore , and bury them . Old Shep . ' Tis a good deed , boy ...
253. oldal
... Old Shep . Fie , daughter , when my old wife liv'd , upon This day , she was both pantler , butler , cook , Both dame and servant ; welcom'd all , serv'd all ; Wou'd sing her song , and dance her turn ; now here , At upper end o ' th ...
... Old Shep . Fie , daughter , when my old wife liv'd , upon This day , she was both pantler , butler , cook , Both dame and servant ; welcom'd all , serv'd all ; Wou'd sing her song , and dance her turn ; now here , At upper end o ' th ...
255. oldal
... Old Shep . Come , come , daughter . leave for a while these private dalliances , and love - whisperings , clear up your pipes and call , as custom is ; our neighbours to our shearing . Perd . I will obey you . SONG . I. Come , come , my ...
... Old Shep . Come , come , daughter . leave for a while these private dalliances , and love - whisperings , clear up your pipes and call , as custom is ; our neighbours to our shearing . Perd . I will obey you . SONG . I. Come , come , my ...
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106. oldal - Do not swear at all ; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee.
221. oldal - Ah me! for aught that ever I could read. Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth: But, either it was different in blood; Her.
295. oldal - Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor : For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich ; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honour peereth in the meanest habit. What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful ? Or is the adder better than the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye ? O, no, good Kate ; neither art thou the worse For this poor furniture, and mean array.
145. oldal - O my love! my wife! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
106. oldal - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
118. oldal - tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door ; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve : ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o...
97. oldal - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs ; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's...
104. oldal - Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. See how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
105. oldal - How cam'st thou hither, tell me ? and wherefore ? The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb ; And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
136. oldal - Alack, alack ! is it not like that I, So early waking, what with loathsome smells, And shrieks like mandrakes...