Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical and Critical, Volumen20George Daniel, John Cumberland J. Cumberland, 1828 |
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... suppose I take my leave . Do - I'm sure I shall not grieve . Will you stay , or will you go ? Shall I stay , or shall I go ? As you please - say yes or no . [ They shake hands , and run off , Peter , R. , Pet . Both . Enter YUSEPH , r ...
... suppose I take my leave . Do - I'm sure I shall not grieve . Will you stay , or will you go ? Shall I stay , or shall I go ? As you please - say yes or no . [ They shake hands , and run off , Peter , R. , Pet . Both . Enter YUSEPH , r ...
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... Suppose I were to love you . Lil . I should be very sorry for that . Ser . Indeed ! why so ? [ Sighs . Lil . Because I could not love you again , my lord.— Pray don't be angry . Ser . I am not angry but tell me , do you not feel a ...
... Suppose I were to love you . Lil . I should be very sorry for that . Ser . Indeed ! why so ? [ Sighs . Lil . Because I could not love you again , my lord.— Pray don't be angry . Ser . I am not angry but tell me , do you not feel a ...
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... suppose . How , I pray , are you so knowing , Whether they are friends or foes ? Jealous fears , perplexing , Like whelming billows roll , And rack my tortured soul . Begone , ' tis thy falsehood Distracts my tortured soul . Ah , can my ...
... suppose . How , I pray , are you so knowing , Whether they are friends or foes ? Jealous fears , perplexing , Like whelming billows roll , And rack my tortured soul . Begone , ' tis thy falsehood Distracts my tortured soul . Ah , can my ...
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... suppose you can explain that matter very easily ! Lil . I'll explain nothing , Leopold : your want of con- fidence in me vexes me to the heart . - I am sure we shall never be happy , if this is to be the case . [ Cries . Leo . I can see ...
... suppose you can explain that matter very easily ! Lil . I'll explain nothing , Leopold : your want of con- fidence in me vexes me to the heart . - I am sure we shall never be happy , if this is to be the case . [ Cries . Leo . I can see ...
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... suppose ? Hea . No ; you can spare me , at times . ' Tis one you cannot live without for a moment . Tor . Who is that ? Hea . Your head . Tor . I should make an awkward figure without it , that's certain . - But what's the use of a ...
... suppose ? Hea . No ; you can spare me , at times . ' Tis one you cannot live without for a moment . Tor . Who is that ? Hea . Your head . Tor . I should make an awkward figure without it , that's certain . - But what's the use of a ...
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Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...