Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical and Critical, Том 20George Daniel, John Cumberland J. Cumberland, 1828 |
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... there is a regular siege ; and the piece concludes with a puff direct on Christian mercy and forbearance , and all that sort of thing ; as if the banner of the cross was a whit less blood - stained than that of the crescent . In ...
... there is a regular siege ; and the piece concludes with a puff direct on Christian mercy and forbearance , and all that sort of thing ; as if the banner of the cross was a whit less blood - stained than that of the crescent . In ...
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... there's no harm be- tween us , indeed , sir . He would make me his lawful wife , but my hard - hearted brother wants me to marry that rich old miserly Yuseph , the justice of the peace of our village . Ser . [ Aside . ] Yuseph ! Oh ...
... there's no harm be- tween us , indeed , sir . He would make me his lawful wife , but my hard - hearted brother wants me to marry that rich old miserly Yuseph , the justice of the peace of our village . Ser . [ Aside . ] Yuseph ! Oh ...
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... there's an end of the matter ! Leo . Well , you are right there - always keep from passion - I like you for not losing your temper . [ Crosses to Peter . ] If you don't give me the key of Lilla's room , I'll knock you down . Pet . I - I ...
... there's an end of the matter ! Leo . Well , you are right there - always keep from passion - I like you for not losing your temper . [ Crosses to Peter . ] If you don't give me the key of Lilla's room , I'll knock you down . Pet . I - I ...
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... there , what then ? Coh . What then ! Then I'll storm the post , and rescue her this night , -I have prepared two letters , -one to the Seraskier in my own name , and the other to my dear Catharine , apprizing her of my design . Ans ...
... there , what then ? Coh . What then ! Then I'll storm the post , and rescue her this night , -I have prepared two letters , -one to the Seraskier in my own name , and the other to my dear Catharine , apprizing her of my design . Ans ...
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... And love's reward shall bring . Ser . [ Goes to the table , folds the letter , and gives it to Cohenberg . ] There's my answer , Christian ; and , by our C [ Advances to C. , and addresses heaven . ] SCENE 1. ] 25 THE SIEGE OF BELGRADE .
... And love's reward shall bring . Ser . [ Goes to the table , folds the letter , and gives it to Cohenberg . ] There's my answer , Christian ; and , by our C [ Advances to C. , and addresses heaven . ] SCENE 1. ] 25 THE SIEGE OF BELGRADE .
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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...