Dramatic Works: To which is Prefixed a Life of the Author, 1. kötetA. Millar, 1798 |
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2. oldal
... things in the dramatic way ; some of which are originals ; others translations or alterations from ether authors , adopted to the state of the present times ; be- sides which , be wrote innumerable prologues , epilogues , songs , & c ...
... things in the dramatic way ; some of which are originals ; others translations or alterations from ether authors , adopted to the state of the present times ; be- sides which , be wrote innumerable prologues , epilogues , songs , & c ...
7. oldal
... thing , no doubt ; but to the bu- siness of this visit , for I expect a great deal of company- what are your troubles , Sir ? Poet . Why , Mr Esop , I am troubled with an odd kind of disorder - I have a sort of a whistling - a singing ...
... thing , no doubt ; but to the bu- siness of this visit , for I expect a great deal of company- what are your troubles , Sir ? Poet . Why , Mr Esop , I am troubled with an odd kind of disorder - I have a sort of a whistling - a singing ...
9. oldal
... thing which sits very heavy at my heart , and which I would willingly forget . Esop . What is it pray ? Old Man . Oh la ! -Oh ! -I am horribly fatigued - I am an old man , Sir , turn'd of ninety - We are all mortal you know , so I would ...
... thing which sits very heavy at my heart , and which I would willingly forget . Esop . What is it pray ? Old Man . Oh la ! -Oh ! -I am horribly fatigued - I am an old man , Sir , turn'd of ninety - We are all mortal you know , so I would ...
12. oldal
... thing you know . Fine Gent . The devil you would ; then I should have travell'd to a fine purpose truly ; you don't imagine , per- haps , that I have been three years abroad , and have made the tour of Europe ? Esop . Yes , Sir , I ...
... thing you know . Fine Gent . The devil you would ; then I should have travell'd to a fine purpose truly ; you don't imagine , per- haps , that I have been three years abroad , and have made the tour of Europe ? Esop . Yes , Sir , I ...
15. oldal
... thing - What say you , Bowman ? Bow . A very bad thing indeed , my lord . Lord Chalk , Ergo , an old woman with a good constitu- tion , and a damn'd large jointure upon your estate tion , LETHE . 15 cookery, to save the souls and bodies ...
... thing - What say you , Bowman ? Bow . A very bad thing indeed , my lord . Lord Chalk , Ergo , an old woman with a good constitu- tion , and a damn'd large jointure upon your estate tion , LETHE . 15 cookery, to save the souls and bodies ...
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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.
297. 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...