THE WORKS OF THOMAS OTWAY, CONSISTING OF HIS PLAYS, POEMS AND LETTERS WITH A SKETCH OF HIS LIFE, IN TWO VOLUMES - VOL.II (YEAR 1812)1812 |
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... Look me in the face ; stand still , and look me in the face . So you won't marry ? Beau . No , sir . Father . Oh Lord ! Beau . But I'll do something that shall be more for your good , and perhaps may please you as well . Knowing fortune ...
... Look me in the face ; stand still , and look me in the face . So you won't marry ? Beau . No , sir . Father . Oh Lord ! Beau . But I'll do something that shall be more for your good , and perhaps may please you as well . Knowing fortune ...
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DR. JOHNSON. Father . But look you , Jack , now , little Jack , two thousand pounds a - year ! Why , thou wilt be a damnably rich rogue now , if thou dost not marry ; though I know thou wilt live bravely and deli- ciously , eat and drink ...
DR. JOHNSON. Father . But look you , Jack , now , little Jack , two thousand pounds a - year ! Why , thou wilt be a damnably rich rogue now , if thou dost not marry ; though I know thou wilt live bravely and deli- ciously , eat and drink ...
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... looks as nature were watching every opportunity to seize and run away with her . Cour . Oh the devil , the devil ! this is intolerable . Beau . Her eyes black , sparkling , sprightful , hot , and piercing . Cour . The very description ...
... looks as nature were watching every opportunity to seize and run away with her . Cour . Oh the devil , the devil ! this is intolerable . Beau . Her eyes black , sparkling , sprightful , hot , and piercing . Cour . The very description ...
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... looks as it were made for loving the lights on each hand of the walk look stately ; and then the rustling of silk petticoats , the din and the chatter of the pretty little party- coloured parrots , that hop and flutter from one side to ...
... looks as it were made for loving the lights on each hand of the walk look stately ; and then the rustling of silk petticoats , the din and the chatter of the pretty little party- coloured parrots , that hop and flutter from one side to ...
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... Por . That face , which now , overgrown with rue- ful beard , looks as you had stole it from the re- tinue of a Russian embassy ! Fough ! I fancy all fellows that are married smell of train - oil and 26 [ ACT II . THE ATHEIST ; OR ,
... Por . That face , which now , overgrown with rue- ful beard , looks as you had stole it from the re- tinue of a Russian embassy ! Fough ! I fancy all fellows that are married smell of train - oil and 26 [ ACT II . THE ATHEIST ; OR ,
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Acas arms art thou Atheist Beau Beaugard Belvidera bless brother Caius Mar CAIUS MARIUS Castalio Cham Chamont Cinna Cour Courtine curs'd curse dæmon dagger Dare Daredevil dear dost e'er Enter Exeunt Exit eyes false fate Father fear fool fortune give Gods Gratian happy hate hear heart Heaven honest honour hope Jaffeir kiss lady Lavinia Lictors live look lord lov'd madam Maid married Metel Metellus Methinks Monimia Nacky ne'er never night Nurse o'er on't peace Pierre pity Polydore poor Porcia pr'ythee rogue Rome senate shew slave sorrows soul speak Sulpitius sure swear sword Sylla tears tell thee Theo THEODORET there's thing thou art thou hast thou wilt thou'rt thought Twas twill us'd villain virtue what's wife wilt thou wretch wrong'd
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Страница 320 - Ohy woman! lovely woman! nature made thee .To temper man : we had been brutes without you. Angels are painted fair, to look like you : There's in you all that we believe of Heaven, Amazing brightness, purity, and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love.
Страница 256 - Romeo: and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Страница 295 - 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.
Страница 240 - 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.
Страница 240 - I'll believe thee. Rom. If my heart's dear love Jul. Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night : It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden ; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say — It lightens.
Страница 238 - Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name; And for that name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
Страница 264 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: Night's candles are burnt out...
Страница 318 - The bitterness her tender spirit tastes of, I own myself a coward: bear my weakness, If throwing thus my arms about thy neck, I play the boy, and blubber in thy bosom. Oh! I shall drown thee with my sorrows! Pierr. Burn ! First burn, and level Venice to thy ruin. What! starve like beggars' brats in frosty weather, Under a hedge, and whine ourselves to death!
Страница 279 - Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, That almost freezes up the heat of life: I'll call them back again to comfort me.
Страница 323 - That's my wish too: For then, my Pierre, I might have cause with pleasure To play the hypocrite. Oh! how I could weep Over the dying dotard, and kiss him too, In hopes to smother him quite; then, when the time Was come to pay my sorrows at his funeral, For he has already made me heir to treasures, Would make me out-act a real...