Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical and Critical, Tom 20George Daniel, John Cumberland J. Cumberland, 1828 |
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Strona 21
... children . Leo . [ Aside . ] Yes ; if he were to stay among us , the whole village would be his children in another gene- ration . Yus . How dare you mutter , you reprobate ! Ser . I would willingly content you all , but that is im ...
... children . Leo . [ Aside . ] Yes ; if he were to stay among us , the whole village would be his children in another gene- ration . Yus . How dare you mutter , you reprobate ! Ser . I would willingly content you all , but that is im ...
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... . How do you make out that ? Hea . Because a husband and father can best judge of their anguish , whose wives and children are starving around them . 1 Hog . So , then , I must strip my 10 [ ACT I. WHO WANTS A GUINEA ?
... . How do you make out that ? Hea . Because a husband and father can best judge of their anguish , whose wives and children are starving around them . 1 Hog . So , then , I must strip my 10 [ ACT I. WHO WANTS A GUINEA ?
Strona 20
... child , when the house was on fire ! Hea . My dear impetuous friend ! a father who was , three days ago , struck with a palsy , occasion'd , perhaps , from grief for his wife's recent death , finds some difficulty in running , even to ...
... child , when the house was on fire ! Hea . My dear impetuous friend ! a father who was , three days ago , struck with a palsy , occasion'd , perhaps , from grief for his wife's recent death , finds some difficulty in running , even to ...
Strona 21
... child in safety . A ladder was at hand ; he ascended it to a room , from which the smoke was rolling in columns ; he dragged the father through the flames , and seated him by his boy ! But this man professes misanthropy . Tor . He lies ...
... child in safety . A ladder was at hand ; he ascended it to a room , from which the smoke was rolling in columns ; he dragged the father through the flames , and seated him by his boy ! But this man professes misanthropy . Tor . He lies ...
Strona 23
... children in lap , and a pointer dog , as big as a hog . At every jolt , the sleepy quack doctor plump'd his fat head smack in the pit of my sto- mach ; and , when I popp'd my mouth out o ' window to fetch breath , the long - legged ...
... children in lap , and a pointer dog , as big as a hog . At every jolt , the sleepy quack doctor plump'd his fat head smack in the pit of my sto- mach ; and , when I popp'd my mouth out o ' window to fetch breath , the long - legged ...
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Strona 54 - 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...
Strona 56 - 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.
Strona 27 - 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...
Strona 65 - 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.
Strona 10 - 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...
Strona 25 - 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.
Strona 24 - ... 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...
Strona 66 - 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...
Strona 56 - 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.
Strona 36 - 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...