Dramatic works of Sheridan and Goldsmith. With Goldsmith's poems, المجلد 2 |
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الصفحة 15
... Morning Chronicle ? Mrs. D. Yes , that's your gazette . Dang . So here we have it . " Theatrical intelligence extraordinary . We hear there is a new tragedy in rehearsal at Drury Lane Theatre , called " The Spanish Armada , " said to be ...
... Morning Chronicle ? Mrs. D. Yes , that's your gazette . Dang . So here we have it . " Theatrical intelligence extraordinary . We hear there is a new tragedy in rehearsal at Drury Lane Theatre , called " The Spanish Armada , " said to be ...
الصفحة 17
... morning to you , sir . Dang . Mrs. Dangle and I have been diverting ourselves with the papers . Pray , Sneer , wont you go to Drury Lane Theatre the first night of Puff's tragedy ? Sneer . Yes ; but I suppose I shant be able to get in ...
... morning to you , sir . Dang . Mrs. Dangle and I have been diverting ourselves with the papers . Pray , Sneer , wont you go to Drury Lane Theatre the first night of Puff's tragedy ? Sneer . Yes ; but I suppose I shant be able to get in ...
الصفحة 18
... morning I have a dozen people call on me at breakfast time , whose faces I never saw before , nor ever desire to see again . Sneer . That must be very pleasant indeed . Dang . And not a week but I receive fifty letters ; and not a line ...
... morning I have a dozen people call on me at breakfast time , whose faces I never saw before , nor ever desire to see again . Sneer . That must be very pleasant indeed . Dang . And not a week but I receive fifty letters ; and not a line ...
الصفحة 21
... morning . Sneer . I should have thought now , that it might have been cast ( as the actors call it ) better at Drury Lane . Sir F. O lud ! no - never send a play there while I live - harkye ! [ Whispers Sneer . Sneer . Writes himself ...
... morning . Sneer . I should have thought now , that it might have been cast ( as the actors call it ) better at Drury Lane . Sir F. O lud ! no - never send a play there while I live - harkye ! [ Whispers Sneer . Sneer . Writes himself ...
الصفحة 27
... morning , and that he'll call on you presently . Dang . That's true - I shall certainly be at home . [ Exit Servant . ] Now , Sir Fretful , if you have a mind to have justice done you in the way of answer , egad , Mr. Puff's your man ...
... morning , and that he'll call on you presently . Dang . That's true - I shall certainly be at home . [ Exit Servant . ] Now , Sir Fretful , if you have a mind to have justice done you in the way of answer , egad , Mr. Puff's your man ...
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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.