Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical and Critical, Том 20George Daniel, John Cumberland J. Cumberland, 1828 |
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... . Cruikshank , Del . Who Wants a Guinea ? G. W. Bonner , Sc . Oldskirt . This outlandish fellow has kept me capering about the park , after a parcel of live venison . Act IV . Scene 1 . WHO WANTS A GUINEA ? A COMEDY , En Five ...
... . Cruikshank , Del . Who Wants a Guinea ? G. W. Bonner , Sc . Oldskirt . This outlandish fellow has kept me capering about the park , after a parcel of live venison . Act IV . Scene 1 . WHO WANTS A GUINEA ? A COMEDY , En Five ...
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... Oldskirt , the remnant . dealer , who is mistaken by Torrent for a surveyor , come down from London to improve his estate . Equivoque ( sometimes not over de- cent ) is Mr. Colman's peculiar forte . Sir Larry possesses all the ludicrous ...
... Oldskirt , the remnant . dealer , who is mistaken by Torrent for a surveyor , come down from London to improve his estate . Equivoque ( sometimes not over de- cent ) is Mr. Colman's peculiar forte . Sir Larry possesses all the ludicrous ...
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... Oldskirt , were perfectly good . Mrs. Davenport's Mrs. Glastonbury is one of those rich remembrances of the better days of the drama , before comedy was elbowed from her seat by coarseness and buffoonery . Mrs. Davenport is the last of ...
... Oldskirt , were perfectly good . Mrs. Davenport's Mrs. Glastonbury is one of those rich remembrances of the better days of the drama , before comedy was elbowed from her seat by coarseness and buffoonery . Mrs. Davenport is the last of ...
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... OLDSKIRT . - Snuff - coloured old fashioned cost- sugar - loaf buttons - embroidered waistcoat -- black velvet breeches- gray cotton stockings - shoes and buckles - three - cornered hat - dark wig - cane . SIR LARRY M'MURRAGH . - Claret ...
... OLDSKIRT . - Snuff - coloured old fashioned cost- sugar - loaf buttons - embroidered waistcoat -- black velvet breeches- gray cotton stockings - shoes and buckles - three - cornered hat - dark wig - cane . SIR LARRY M'MURRAGH . - Claret ...
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... OLDSKIRT and FANNY , with a bundle , L. Old . ( R. C. ) Well , I hadn't been out of the bills of mortality since I ... Oldskirt , the little remnant - seller from the back of St. Clement's ? Fan . How can you fancy so ? : Old . Why ...
... OLDSKIRT and FANNY , with a bundle , L. Old . ( R. C. ) Well , I hadn't been out of the bills of mortality since I ... Oldskirt , the little remnant - seller from the back of St. Clement's ? Fan . How can you fancy so ? : Old . Why ...
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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...