Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical and Critical, Том 20George Daniel, John Cumberland J. Cumberland, 1828 |
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... Hog . 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 ?
... Hog . 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 ?
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... father and a husband , my family shall never want good clothes , food , or physic ; and I say it without boasting . As to good will to my neighbours , I never wrong'd a man of a brass farthing . - In short , I pay my bills punctual - I ...
... father and a husband , my family shall never want good clothes , food , or physic ; and I say it without boasting . As to good will to my neighbours , I never wrong'd a man of a brass farthing . - In short , I pay my bills punctual - I ...
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... father has been dead these eleven years . Sol . Dead as Malbrook . He's more , as the French say ; which , in English , means he is no more . So , peace to his remainders ! Hea . Now , tell me of the cottagers . Sol . Most of ' em ...
... father has been dead these eleven years . Sol . Dead as Malbrook . He's more , as the French say ; which , in English , means he is no more . So , peace to his remainders ! Hea . Now , tell me of the cottagers . Sol . Most of ' em ...
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... father's bed - ridden ! Tor . What ! bed - ridden ! -Poor fellow ! Is he a good father to you ? Amy . The best in Christendom . He's the kindest neighbour , and the kindest parent . - But we have had a power of misfortune , and he's ...
... father's bed - ridden ! Tor . What ! bed - ridden ! -Poor fellow ! Is he a good father to you ? Amy . The best in Christendom . He's the kindest neighbour , and the kindest parent . - But we have had a power of misfortune , and he's ...
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... father , and the rest of our village . [ Exit , L. Tor . [ Rises and comes forward , c . ] Twenty pounds ! He shall have - no , damn it , I won't marry people rashly neither ; for they may hate me for it , afterwards , as long as they ...
... father , and the rest of our village . [ Exit , L. Tor . [ Rises and comes forward , c . ] Twenty pounds ! He shall have - no , damn it , I won't marry people rashly neither ; for they may hate me for it , afterwards , as long as they ...
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Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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...