British theatre, comprising tragedies, comedies, operas, and farces; with biogr., critical account and notes, by an Englishman [O. Williams]. By O. Williams1831 |
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Strana 11
... keep it up In all its fury , and direct it right , Till it has spent itself on Cato's head . Mean while , I'll herd ... keeps his guard , Cato . Hence , worthless men ! hence ! and And hew down all that would oppose our complain to ...
... keep it up In all its fury , and direct it right , Till it has spent itself on Cato's head . Mean while , I'll herd ... keeps his guard , Cato . Hence , worthless men ! hence ! and And hew down all that would oppose our complain to ...
Strana 64
... keeps them an affair wherein your happiness is so imme- on their guard ; therefore we can take advan- diately concerned ... keep him to yourself these two or three years . Mill . If I manage well , I shall have done with him much sooner ...
... keeps them an affair wherein your happiness is so imme- on their guard ; therefore we can take advan- diately concerned ... keep him to yourself these two or three years . Mill . If I manage well , I shall have done with him much sooner ...
Strana 75
... Keep . Sir . True . I come . [ Exit Keeper . Barn . Must you leave me ? Death would soon have parted us for ever . True . Oh , my Barnwell , there's yet another task behind . Again your heart must bleed for others woes . Barn . To meet ...
... Keep . Sir . True . I come . [ Exit Keeper . Barn . Must you leave me ? Death would soon have parted us for ever . True . Oh , my Barnwell , there's yet another task behind . Again your heart must bleed for others woes . Barn . To meet ...
Strana 81
... keep their honours , who to lose them ; Who the dutchess smil'd on last , or on whom frown'd ;; * You only can resolve me ; and could you tell me What point of state ' tis that I am commanded To muster up this music , on mine honesty ...
... keep their honours , who to lose them ; Who the dutchess smil'd on last , or on whom frown'd ;; * You only can resolve me ; and could you tell me What point of state ' tis that I am commanded To muster up this music , on mine honesty ...
Strana 91
... keep you honest , Graccho : I would not have ten thousand ducats tempt you To play the traitor . Why , thou fool ! I can look through and through thee ! thy intents • Appear to me as written in thy forehead , In plain and easy ...
... keep you honest , Graccho : I would not have ten thousand ducats tempt you To play the traitor . Why , thou fool ! I can look through and through thee ! thy intents • Appear to me as written in thy forehead , In plain and easy ...
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Strana 15 - Heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates Eternity to man. Eternity ! — thou pleasing — dreadful thought ! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes and changes must we pass ! The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me ; But shadows, clouds, and darkness, rest upon it.
Strana 21 - And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice, Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
Strana 51 - My name is NORVAL: on the Grampian hills My father feeds his flocks; a frugal swain, Whose constant cares were to increase his store, And keep his only son, myself, at home.
Strana 489 - 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 oldfashioned trumpery. Hard. And I love it. I love every thing that's old : old friends,...
Strana 489 - And am I to blame ? The poor boy was always too sickly to do any good. A school would be his death. When he comes...
Strana 15 - ... there is all Nature cries aloud Through all her works). He must delight in virtue ; And that which He delights in must be happy. But when ? or where ? This world was made for Caesar — I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them.
Strana 493 - After the disappointments of the day, welcome once more, Charles, to the comforts of a clean room and a good fire. Upon my word, a very well-looking house ; antique, but creditable. MARLOW. The usual fate of a large mansion. Having first ruined the master by good house-keeping, it at last comes to levy contributions as an inn.
Strana 493 - Ould Grouse in the gunroom: I can't help laughing at that — he! he! he! — for the soul of me. We have laughed at that these twenty years — ha!
Strana 353 - Have I not a wife? nay a wife that was a widow, a young widow, a handsome widow; and would be again a widow, but that I have a heart of proof, and something of a constitution to bustle through the ways of wedlock and this world!
Strana 15 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well ; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man ! Eternity ! thou pleasing, dreadful thought ! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes...