Dramatic works of Sheridan and Goldsmith. With Goldsmith's poems, المجلد 2 |
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الصفحة 24
... look into a newspaper . Dang . You are quite right - for it certainly must hurt an author of delicate feelings to see the liberties they take . Sir F. No - quite the contrary ; their abuse is , in fact , the best panegyric - I like it ...
... look into a newspaper . Dang . You are quite right - for it certainly must hurt an author of delicate feelings to see the liberties they take . Sir F. No - quite the contrary ; their abuse is , in fact , the best panegyric - I like it ...
الصفحة 29
... look on that as an encroachment , and so take the opposite side . I dare say now you conceive half the very civil paragraphs and advertisements you see , to be written by the parties concerned , or their friends . No such thing - nine ...
... look on that as an encroachment , and so take the opposite side . I dare say now you conceive half the very civil paragraphs and advertisements you see , to be written by the parties concerned , or their friends . No such thing - nine ...
الصفحة 44
... look into the one shilling gallery . Leic . O mighty Mars ! Dang . But why should he pray to Mars ? Puff . Hush ! Leic . O mighty Mars ! if in thy homage bred , Each point of discipline I've still observed ; Nor but by due promotion ...
... look into the one shilling gallery . Leic . O mighty Mars ! Dang . But why should he pray to Mars ? Puff . Hush ! Leic . O mighty Mars ! if in thy homage bred , Each point of discipline I've still observed ; Nor but by due promotion ...
الصفحة 50
... looks averse ? what means That falling tear - that frown of boding woe ? Hah ! now indeed I am a prisoner ! Yes , now I feel the galling weight of these Disgraceful chains - which , cruel Tilburina ! Thy doting captive gloried in before ...
... looks averse ? what means That falling tear - that frown of boding woe ? Hah ! now indeed I am a prisoner ! Yes , now I feel the galling weight of these Disgraceful chains - which , cruel Tilburina ! Thy doting captive gloried in before ...
الصفحة 51
... look , you might as well dance out - Here , here ! Con : But , pray , sir , how am I to get off here ? Puff . You , psha ! what the devil signifies how you get off edge away at the top , or where you will- [ Pushes the Confidant off ...
... look , you might as well dance out - Here , here ! Con : But , pray , sir , how am I to get off here ? Puff . You , psha ! what the devil signifies how you get off edge away at the top , or where you will- [ Pushes the Confidant off ...
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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.