Memoirs of Joseph Shepherd Munden, Comedian

R. Bentley, 1844 - 330 páginas

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Página 279 - A man so various, that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But, in the course of one revolving moon, Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Página 210 - Whene'er with haggard eyes I view This dungeon that I'm rotting in, I think of those companions true Who studied with me at the U — — niversity of Gottingen, — — niversity of Gottingen.
Página 284 - Or, if to touch such chord be thine, Restore the ancient tragic line, And emulate the notes that rung From the wild harp, which silent hung By silver Avon's holy shore, Till twice an hundred years roll'd o'er • When she, the bold Enchantress came.
Página 211 - This faded form ! this pallid hue ! This blood my veins is clotting in. My years are many — they were few When first I entered at the U— —niversity of Gottingen^ — niversity of Gottingen.
Página 211 - Sweet kerchief, check'd with heavenly blue, Which once my love sat knotting in! — Alas! Matilda then was true! — At least I thought so at the U— — niversity of Gottingen — — niversity of Gottingen.
Página 300 - THE regular playgoers ought to put on mourning, for the king of broad comedy is dead to the drama ! Alas ! Munden is no more ! — give sorrow vent. He may yet walk the town, pace the pavement in a seeming existence — eat, drink, and nod to his friends in all the affectation of life — but Munden, the Munden ! — Munden, with the bunch of countenances, the bouquet of faces, is gone for ever from the lamps, and, as far as comedy is concerned, is as dead as Garrick ! When an actor retires (we will...
Página 211 - I entered at the U— — niversity of Gottingen — — niversity of Gottingen. There first for thee my passion grew, Sweet! sweet Matilda Pottingen! Thou wast the daughter of my tu — tor, Law Professor at the U — — niversity of Gottingen — — niversity of Gottingen.
Página 211 - Barbs ! barbs ! alas ! how swift you flew, Her neat post-wagon trotting in ! Ye bore Matilda from my view ; Forlorn I languished at the U — — niversity of Gottingen, — niversity of Gottingen.
Página 209 - Mat. (aside). Thank Heaven ! I have at last found a heart which is in unison with my own — (To Cecilia.) — Yes, I understand you — the first pulsation of sentiment— the silver tones upon the yet unsounded harp Cec.

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