Dramatic works of Sheridan and Goldsmith. With Goldsmith's poems, المجلد 2 |
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... 304 Song • A Sonnet 304 304 On seeing a Lady perform in a certain Character 305 Epitaph on Dr. Parnell Epitaph on Edward Purdon The Princess Augusta Death Hope 305 • 305 306 306 307 Memory As Panting Flies Page 307 Clown's Reply On a.
... 304 Song • A Sonnet 304 304 On seeing a Lady perform in a certain Character 305 Epitaph on Dr. Parnell Epitaph on Edward Purdon The Princess Augusta Death Hope 305 • 305 306 306 307 Memory As Panting Flies Page 307 Clown's Reply On a.
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... hope to see it on the stage next . Dang . Well , Sir Fretful , I wish you may be able to get rid as easily of the newspaper criticisms as you do of ours . Sir F. The newspapers ! Sir , they are the most villanous , licentious ...
... hope to see it on the stage next . Dang . Well , Sir Fretful , I wish you may be able to get rid as easily of the newspaper criticisms as you do of ours . Sir F. The newspapers ! Sir , they are the most villanous , licentious ...
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... hope you Sir F. Zounds ! no , Mr. Dangle ; dont I tell you these things never fret me in the least . Dang . Nay , I only thought- Sir F. And let me tell you , Mr. Dangle , ' tis damned affronting in you to suppose that I am hurt , when ...
... hope you Sir F. Zounds ! no , Mr. Dangle ; dont I tell you these things never fret me in the least . Dang . Nay , I only thought- Sir F. And let me tell you , Mr. Dangle , ' tis damned affronting in you to suppose that I am hurt , when ...
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... hope , you will now agree with me , is of the highest dignity . Sneer . Sir , I am completely a convert both to the importance and ingenuity of your profession ; and now , sir , there is but one thing which can possibly increase my ...
... hope , you will now agree with me , is of the highest dignity . Sneer . Sir , I am completely a convert both to the importance and ingenuity of your profession ; and now , sir , there is but one thing which can possibly increase my ...
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... hope ? Puff . Oh , lud ! no , no . I only suppose the governor of Tilbury Fort's daughter to be in love with the son of the Spanish admiral . Sneer . Oh , is that all ? Dang . Excellent , i'faith ! I see it at once . But wont this ...
... hope ? Puff . Oh , lud ! no , no . I only suppose the governor of Tilbury Fort's daughter to be in love with the son of the Spanish admiral . Sneer . Oh , is that all ? Dang . Excellent , i'faith ! I see it at once . But wont this ...
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الصفحة 261 - The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay, Sat by his fire and talked the night away, Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won.
الصفحة 259 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose...
الصفحة 269 - And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade; Unfit in these degenerate times of shame To catch the heart, or strike for honest fame; Dear charming nymph, neglected and decried, My shame in crowds, my solitary pride; Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so; Thou guide by which the nobler arts excel, Thou nurse of every virtue, fare thee well!
الصفحة 299 - Good people all of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran, Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes ! The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
الصفحة 257 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
الصفحة 258 - The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter tittered round the place; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove.
الصفحة 151 - Ay, your times were fine times indeed; you have been telling us of them for many a long year. Here we live in an old rumbling mansion, that looks for all the world like an inn, but that we never see company. Our best visitors are old Mrs. Oddfish, the curate's wife, and little Cripplegate, the lame dancing-master; and all our entertainment your old stories of Prince Eugene and the Duke of Marlborough. I hate such old-fashioned trumpery. HARD. And I love it. I love everything that's old: old friends,...
الصفحة 263 - For e'en though vanquished, he could argue still; While words of learned length, and thund'ring sound, Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around — And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, That one small head could carry all he knew.
الصفحة 285 - Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind. His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand ; His manners were gentle, complying, and bland : Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart.
الصفحة 257 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round.