The Poetical Works of Oliver GoldsmithLongman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1845 - 235 страница |
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... Bulkley , who played the part , did not sing . He sung it himself , in private companies , very agreeably . The tune is a pretty Irish air , called The humors of Ballamaguiry , to which he told me he found it very difficult to adapt ...
... Bulkley , who played the part , did not sing . He sung it himself , in private companies , very agreeably . The tune is a pretty Irish air , called The humors of Ballamaguiry , to which he told me he found it very difficult to adapt ...
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... Bulkley , who had personated Miss Richland . - Line 18. Warwick - lane . The site of the former college of physicians . Line 19. Go , ask your manager , etc. - Colman , the manager of Covent- garden theater , had then written about ten ...
... Bulkley , who had personated Miss Richland . - Line 18. Warwick - lane . The site of the former college of physicians . Line 19. Go , ask your manager , etc. - Colman , the manager of Covent- garden theater , had then written about ten ...
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... Bulkley , who had personated Miss Autumn . — Charlotte Ramsay , a na- tive of America , came to England in early life ; married a Mr. Lennox ; and devoted herself to authorship . She was much esteemed by John- son , Garrick , and other ...
... Bulkley , who had personated Miss Autumn . — Charlotte Ramsay , a na- tive of America , came to England in early life ; married a Mr. Lennox ; and devoted herself to authorship . She was much esteemed by John- son , Garrick , and other ...
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... Bulkley , who courtesies very low as begin- ning to speak ; then enter Miss Catley , who stands full before her , and courtesies to the audience . MRS . BULKLEY . HOLD , ma'am , your pardon . What's your business here ? 1 From The ...
... Bulkley , who courtesies very low as begin- ning to speak ; then enter Miss Catley , who stands full before her , and courtesies to the audience . MRS . BULKLEY . HOLD , ma'am , your pardon . What's your business here ? 1 From The ...
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... BULKLEY . Sure you mistake , ma'am . The epilogue ? I bring it . MISS CATLEY . Excuse me , ma'am . The author bid me sing it . in the above collection . It is there imperfectly described as an Epi logue spoken by Mrs. Bulkley and Miss ...
... BULKLEY . Sure you mistake , ma'am . The epilogue ? I bring it . MISS CATLEY . Excuse me , ma'am . The author bid me sing it . in the above collection . It is there imperfectly described as an Epi logue spoken by Mrs. Bulkley and Miss ...
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afterward Augustalis ballad bard beauty bless bless'd bliss Boswell breast BULKLEY Bunbury Burke Chaldean charms Chorus comedy Covent-garden theater Cradock Creswick cried David Garrick dear Deserted Village died edition Edmund Burke elegy EPILOGUE WRITTEN epitaph eyes fame flies Garrick give good-natur'd haunch of Venison heart Heaven hermit honor Horsley Johnson Julius Cæsar Line London Lord Memoirs mind mirth MISS CATLEY never Newbery o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pain pass'd Percy pity pleas'd pleasure poem poet poetical praise pride printed prologue PROPHET rage raptures Recitative reverend rise round scene sigh Sir Henry Bunbury Sir Joshua Reynolds skies skill'd smiling song sorrow soul spread Stoops to Conquer sweet Sweet Auburn Tayler thee thine Thomas Parnell Thompson thou Threnodia Augustalis Toroddle translated turn verses vex'd Vicar of Wakefield volumes wealth weep William WOMAN wretch yonder
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