Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical and Critical, Том 20George Daniel, John Cumberland J. Cumberland, 1828 |
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... Kathlane . Dermot is the favoured rival , and Darby is the laughing - stock , not only of the two lovers , but the audience . Kathlane is the ward of Father Luke , a jovial priest of olden time - pious , corpulent , and fond of strong ...
... Kathlane . Dermot is the favoured rival , and Darby is the laughing - stock , not only of the two lovers , but the audience . Kathlane is the ward of Father Luke , a jovial priest of olden time - pious , corpulent , and fond of strong ...
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... Kathlane has prov'd Untrue . " Keeley's Darby is a failure - it is not Darby , but Keeley - which is just tolerable . Weweitzer never had an equal in Bagatelle , nor Mrs. Martyr in Kathlane . That lady's vivacity , archness , and crying ...
... Kathlane has prov'd Untrue . " Keeley's Darby is a failure - it is not Darby , but Keeley - which is just tolerable . Weweitzer never had an equal in Bagatelle , nor Mrs. Martyr in Kathlane . That lady's vivacity , archness , and crying ...
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... KATHLANE . - White muslin dress . Cast of the Characters , At the Theatres Royal , London . Covent Garden . 1782 . Capt . Fitzroy Mr. Bannister . Father Luke Mr. Wilson . Drury Lane . 1823 . 1828 . Mr. Comer . Mr. Hooper .. Mr. Connor ...
... KATHLANE . - White muslin dress . Cast of the Characters , At the Theatres Royal , London . Covent Garden . 1782 . Capt . Fitzroy Mr. Bannister . Father Luke Mr. Wilson . Drury Lane . 1823 . 1828 . Mr. Comer . Mr. Hooper .. Mr. Connor ...
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... Kathlane , I should think Norah , his niece there , a very handsome girl . Dar . Why , so she is , but since her own ... Kathlane is fast asleep , and never dreams that her poor Dermot is here under her window . Dar . Ay , never ...
... Kathlane , I should think Norah , his niece there , a very handsome girl . Dar . Why , so she is , but since her own ... Kathlane is fast asleep , and never dreams that her poor Dermot is here under her window . Dar . Ay , never ...
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... Kathlane dear , May peace possess thy breast ; Yet dost thou dream thy true love's here , Depriv'd of peace and rest ... Kathlane ! -upon my conscience , I'll - yes , I'll rouse her . AIR - DARBY . Dear Kathlane , you no doubt Find ...
... Kathlane dear , May peace possess thy breast ; Yet dost thou dream thy true love's here , Depriv'd of peace and rest ... Kathlane ! -upon my conscience , I'll - yes , I'll rouse her . AIR - DARBY . Dear Kathlane , you no doubt Find ...
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Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...