The Actor's Budget: Consisting of Monologues, Prologues, Epilogues, and Tales, Serious and Comic : Together with a Rare and Genuine Collection of Theatrical Anecdotes and Comic Songsprinted at the Columbian Press, 1824 - 379 страница |
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... I'll , to please you , shape it in a song ; Plain answer make to every question pray , And what you can't pronounce , why you may bray : He's sometimes stubborn tho ' , and takes the pet , And then I act the ass in the duett , Yet still I' ...
... I'll , to please you , shape it in a song ; Plain answer make to every question pray , And what you can't pronounce , why you may bray : He's sometimes stubborn tho ' , and takes the pet , And then I act the ass in the duett , Yet still I' ...
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... I'll with your zarvants pick a bit . " " Pho ! " says the ' squire , " it sha'n't be done , ” And to the parlour push'd him on . To all around he nods and scrapes , Not waiting - maid or butler ' scapes ; With often bidding takes his ...
... I'll with your zarvants pick a bit . " " Pho ! " says the ' squire , " it sha'n't be done , ” And to the parlour push'd him on . To all around he nods and scrapes , Not waiting - maid or butler ' scapes ; With often bidding takes his ...
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... I'll tear his eyes out ! " squeaks Miss Dolly ; " I'll pink his soul out ! " roars a bully . At this the farmer shrinks with fear , And thinking ' twas ill tarrying here , Shabs off , and cries , " Aye , kill me then , Whene'er you ...
... I'll tear his eyes out ! " squeaks Miss Dolly ; " I'll pink his soul out ! " roars a bully . At this the farmer shrinks with fear , And thinking ' twas ill tarrying here , Shabs off , and cries , " Aye , kill me then , Whene'er you ...
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... I'll not be bound , " But on good trust , I'll lend ten thousand pound . " Here , nurse . " - ( Coughs . ) Thus with strength exhausted , and with voice outworn , By nurse is lifted like a babe new born . Then comes the scene that ...
... I'll not be bound , " But on good trust , I'll lend ten thousand pound . " Here , nurse . " - ( Coughs . ) Thus with strength exhausted , and with voice outworn , By nurse is lifted like a babe new born . Then comes the scene that ...
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... I'll flatter you , and you shall flatter me . In Folly's path the ladies love to walk , And oft from morn to night of Folly talk ; But then , they talk with such sweet winning ways , That Wisdom's self their follies well may praise ...
... I'll flatter you , and you shall flatter me . In Folly's path the ladies love to walk , And oft from morn to night of Folly talk ; But then , they talk with such sweet winning ways , That Wisdom's self their follies well may praise ...
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Страница 136 - For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft Have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Страница 136 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Страница 139 - Scotland's shore. So thick a haze o'erspreads the sky They cannot see the sun on high ; The wind hath blown a gale all day, At evening it hath died away. On the deck the Rover takes his stand, So dark it is they see no land. Quoth Sir Ralph, "It will be lighter soon, For there is the dawn of the rising moon.
Страница 134 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Страница 136 - Th' applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their...
Страница 136 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Страница 14 - With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Страница 135 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire, Hands that the rod of empire might have...
Страница 138 - Rover walked his deck, And he fixed his eye on the darker speck. He felt the cheering power of spring ; It made him whistle, it made him sing : His heart was mirthful to excess, But the Rover's mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the Inchcape...
Страница 135 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death...