Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical and Critical, 20. ciltGeorge Daniel, John Cumberland J. Cumberland, 1828 |
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Sayfa 42
... suppose , you have broke it ? Sol . Into a thousand anatomies . It came down with so much voracity that it forced my head through the glass bottom , and wedged me in , down to my shoulders . Tor . Fine mischief you have been doing ...
... suppose , you have broke it ? Sol . Into a thousand anatomies . It came down with so much voracity that it forced my head through the glass bottom , and wedged me in , down to my shoulders . Tor . Fine mischief you have been doing ...
Sayfa 44
... had better be on the spot , to see how I may mend them . " Tor . Certainly . The only way , I suppose , to mend the prospects , is to be on the spot . Old . Well , I hope you don't think I 44 [ ACT III . WHO WANTS A GUINEA ?
... had better be on the spot , to see how I may mend them . " Tor . Certainly . The only way , I suppose , to mend the prospects , is to be on the spot . Old . Well , I hope you don't think I 44 [ ACT III . WHO WANTS A GUINEA ?
Sayfa 45
... sprinkling before a soul was stirring . Tor . The watering - pot ! -So - began with the lowest rudiments of his art , I suppose , and was a common gardener [ Aside . ] Well , application added to SCENE II . ] 45 WHO WANTS A GUINEA ?
... sprinkling before a soul was stirring . Tor . The watering - pot ! -So - began with the lowest rudiments of his art , I suppose , and was a common gardener [ Aside . ] Well , application added to SCENE II . ] 45 WHO WANTS A GUINEA ?
Sayfa 46
... suppose . name ? Sol . Mr. Barford , of our village . What's his Tor . The gentleman I met at the Spread Eagle , who was burnt out ? Sol . Yes ; -one of the unhappy incendiaries . Tor . Show him into the breakfast - parlor . - And con ...
... suppose . name ? Sol . Mr. Barford , of our village . What's his Tor . The gentleman I met at the Spread Eagle , who was burnt out ? Sol . Yes ; -one of the unhappy incendiaries . Tor . Show him into the breakfast - parlor . - And con ...
Sayfa 51
... suppose I can't jump for joy in making a father happy . Enter SOLOMON Gundy , r . Tor . Is Miss Fanny - is - the housekeeper arriv'd ? Sol . No. Bar . No ! Tor . No ! Sol . Nong paw , as the French say ; but the little man in the bob ...
... suppose I can't jump for joy in making a father happy . Enter SOLOMON Gundy , r . Tor . Is Miss Fanny - is - the housekeeper arriv'd ? Sol . No. Bar . No ! Tor . No ! Sol . Nong paw , as the French say ; but the little man in the bob ...
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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...