Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical and Critical, Том 20George Daniel, John Cumberland J. Cumberland, 1828 |
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... L. CHORUS . Enter , during the chorus , Turkish Soldiers and Servian Women , L. U. E. Wave our prophet's fam'd ... Sir , -your highne - s - my dear highness , says I ( for we talked very familiarly ) . I am the chief magistrate of ...
... L. CHORUS . Enter , during the chorus , Turkish Soldiers and Servian Women , L. U. E. Wave our prophet's fam'd ... Sir , -your highne - s - my dear highness , says I ( for we talked very familiarly ) . I am the chief magistrate of ...
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... L. But here he comes . Now you shall see how his high- ness is pleased to honour me . I shall certainly be created a ... sir ! my name is Lilla . But , you must know , I love Leopold dearly , and Leopold loves me . Ser . Perhaps ...
... L. But here he comes . Now you shall see how his high- ness is pleased to honour me . I shall certainly be created a ... sir ! my name is Lilla . But , you must know , I love Leopold dearly , and Leopold loves me . Ser . Perhaps ...
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... sir , that's not it - there's no harm be- tween us , indeed , sir . He would make me his lawful wife , but my hard ... ( L. ) What , my lord , do you forget your Austrian capture ? Ser . Forget her ! no ! But why should I confine my ...
... sir , that's not it - there's no harm be- tween us , indeed , sir . He would make me his lawful wife , but my hard ... ( L. ) What , my lord , do you forget your Austrian capture ? Ser . Forget her ! no ! But why should I confine my ...
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... L. SCENE II . - A Room in Peter's Cottage . Enter GHITA and PETER , R. DUET . Ghi . ( c . ) How the deuce came I to like you , — I am sure I cannot tell ; Had my face not chanc'd to strike you , I'd been pleased , sir , just as well ...
... L. SCENE II . - A Room in Peter's Cottage . Enter GHITA and PETER , R. DUET . Ghi . ( c . ) How the deuce came I to like you , — I am sure I cannot tell ; Had my face not chanc'd to strike you , I'd been pleased , sir , just as well ...
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... sir- Ghi . ( L. ) Hear me , sir- Yus . No ! I'll not hear you ! -am I to be talked to by you ? I , who have conversed with his highness the Seras- kier . Besides , I hate to hear both sides of the question , - it perplexes me so that I ...
... sir- Ghi . ( L. ) Hear me , sir- Yus . No ! I'll not hear you ! -am I to be talked to by you ? I , who have conversed with his highness the Seras- kier . Besides , I hate to hear both sides of the question , - it perplexes me so that I ...
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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...