Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical and Critical, 20. ciltGeorge Daniel, John Cumberland J. Cumberland, 1828 |
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Sayfa 14
... Turns to Ghita . Yus . Granted ! and , besides- Leo . [ Turning upon him . ] I know you are going to say that warmth and anger , on these occasions , betray a weakness ; from which , I hope , I am free . To be sure , you are as much ...
... Turns to Ghita . Yus . Granted ! and , besides- Leo . [ Turning upon him . ] I know you are going to say that warmth and anger , on these occasions , betray a weakness ; from which , I hope , I am free . To be sure , you are as much ...
Sayfa 25
... turns round , enraged . - Catharine snatches Cohen- berg's letter , takes the Seraskier by the arm , and draws off his attention . - Cohenberg stands fixed with folded arms , L. So may the sympathetic soul Direct kind fancy's wing ...
... turns round , enraged . - Catharine snatches Cohen- berg's letter , takes the Seraskier by the arm , and draws off his attention . - Cohenberg stands fixed with folded arms , L. So may the sympathetic soul Direct kind fancy's wing ...
Sayfa 26
... Ser . Ismael ! see my orders are obeyed . [ Exit Ismael , L. AIR . SERASKIER . Confusion ! thus defeated , With bitter scorn thus treated ! Whatever thought pursuing ! Where'er I turn my eyes , 26 [ ACT II . THE SIEGE OF BELGRADE .
... Ser . Ismael ! see my orders are obeyed . [ Exit Ismael , L. AIR . SERASKIER . Confusion ! thus defeated , With bitter scorn thus treated ! Whatever thought pursuing ! Where'er I turn my eyes , 26 [ ACT II . THE SIEGE OF BELGRADE .
Sayfa 27
... turn my eyes , Surrounding mists of ruin , In darkling circles , rise . In frost and fire , by turns , My bosom freezes - burns.- " Tis fixed - my rival finds a grave ! Yet honour bids me save From death the captive brave . Confusion ...
... turn my eyes , Surrounding mists of ruin , In darkling circles , rise . In frost and fire , by turns , My bosom freezes - burns.- " Tis fixed - my rival finds a grave ! Yet honour bids me save From death the captive brave . Confusion ...
Sayfa 39
... turn that wicked old rogue of a justice out of the house . First S. Turn him out ! Oh , I and my fellow soldier will do that in the drawing of a trigger . [ Exit , R. Yus . Turn me out of the house ! that's a damned good joke . Well ...
... turn that wicked old rogue of a justice out of the house . First S. Turn him out ! Oh , I and my fellow soldier will do that in the drawing of a trigger . [ Exit , R. Yus . Turn me out of the house ! that's a damned good joke . Well ...
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Ackee Alambra Allspice Barford better bless Carrydot Catharine Caustic Cohenberg Crack curricle dance Darby Dashall dear Demetrius Dermot devil Dominique door doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fairy Father Luke Faulkner fellow Ghita girl give happy hear heart Heartly heaven Helena Hermia Hippolyta honour Ismael Julia Kathlane Lady Sorrel Leopold Lilla look lord lovers LUDGATE HILL Lysander M'Que M'Query ma'am marry Mary Miss Monsieur never night Norah Oberon Oldskirt Patrick Paul Philostrate poor pray pretty Puck Pyramus racter SCENE Seraskier SIEGE OF BELGRADE Sir Edward Sir L Sir Larry soldier Solomon Gundy soul sure sweet Tangent tell THEATRES ROYAL thee there's Theseus thing Thisby thou Titania Virginia Yuseph Zounds
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Sayfa 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...
Sayfa 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.
Sayfa 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...
Sayfa 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.
Sayfa 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...
Sayfa 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.
Sayfa 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...
Sayfa 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...
Sayfa 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.
Sayfa 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...