British Theatre, Volume 11J. Bell, 1791 - English drama |
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... told How the waining night grows old . Soon , too soon , the busy day Drives us from our sport and play : What have we with day to do ? Sons of care't was made for you . 240 E. Bro . Forbear , nor offer us the poison'd 38 Act II . COMUS .
... told How the waining night grows old . Soon , too soon , the busy day Drives us from our sport and play : What have we with day to do ? Sons of care't was made for you . 240 E. Bro . Forbear , nor offer us the poison'd 38 Act II . COMUS .
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... false traitor ! ' Twill not restore the truth and honesty That thou hast banish'd from thy tongue with lies . Was this the cottage and the safe abode , 190 Thou told'st me of ? Hence with thy brew'd enchant- A & III . 55 COMUS .
... false traitor ! ' Twill not restore the truth and honesty That thou hast banish'd from thy tongue with lies . Was this the cottage and the safe abode , 190 Thou told'st me of ? Hence with thy brew'd enchant- A & III . 55 COMUS .
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John Bell. Thou told'st me of ? Hence with thy brew'd enchant- ments . " Hast thou betray'd my credulous innocence " With vizor'd falshood , and base forgery ? " And would'st thou seek again to trap me here " With liqu'rish baits , fit ...
John Bell. Thou told'st me of ? Hence with thy brew'd enchant- ments . " Hast thou betray'd my credulous innocence " With vizor'd falshood , and base forgery ? " And would'st thou seek again to trap me here " With liqu'rish baits , fit ...
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... told thee I should be glad to have him for a son - in - law . 151 Pat . And I have told you as often , father , I would submit myself entirely to your direction ; whatever you think proper for me , is so . Fai . Why that's spoken like a ...
... told thee I should be glad to have him for a son - in - law . 151 Pat . And I have told you as often , father , I would submit myself entirely to your direction ; whatever you think proper for me , is so . Fai . Why that's spoken like a ...
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... told you my mind often and often . Fai . Farmer , give us thy hand ; nobody doubts thy good will to me and my girl ; and you may take my word , I would rather give her to thee than an- other ; for I am main certain thou wilt make her a ...
... told you my mind often and often . Fai . Farmer , give us thy hand ; nobody doubts thy good will to me and my girl ; and you may take my word , I would rather give her to thee than an- other ; for I am main certain thou wilt make her a ...
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Page 47 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Page 48 - Euphrosyne, And by men, heart-easing Mirth, Whom lovely Venus at a birth With two sister Graces more To ivy-crowned Bacchus bore...
Page 17 - But their way Lies through the perplexed paths of this drear wood, The nodding horror of whose shady brows Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger...
Page 31 - Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
Page 60 - Yet should I try, the uncontrolled worth Of this pure cause would kindle my rapt spirits To such a flame of sacred vehemence...
Page 23 - My best guide now : methought it was the sound Of riot and ill-managed merriment, Such as the jocund flute, or gamesome pipe, Stirs up among the loose unletter'd hinds, When, for their teeming flocks, and granges full, In wanton dance they praise the bounteous Pan, And thank the gods amiss.
Page 48 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come,- and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe...
Page 56 - Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, Covering the earth with odours, fruits and flocks, Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable, But all to please, and sate the curious taste...
Page 34 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity, that, when a soul is found sincerely so, a thousand. liveried angels lackey her, driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, and, in clear dream and solemn vision, tell her of things that no gross ear can hear...