The London Stage: A Collection of the Most Reputed Tragedies, Comedies, Operas, Melo-dramas, Farces, and Interludes. Accurately Printed from Acting Copies, as Performed at the Theatres Royal, and Carefully Collated and Revised, Volum 2Sherwood, Jones, and Company, 1824 |
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... never moralize without spectacles . But as we are upon the tender subject , how did you bear Touchwood's carrying off Lady Frances ? Sav . You know I never looked up to her with hope ; and Sir George is every way worthy of her . Doric ...
... never moralize without spectacles . But as we are upon the tender subject , how did you bear Touchwood's carrying off Lady Frances ? Sav . You know I never looked up to her with hope ; and Sir George is every way worthy of her . Doric ...
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... never hazards more than six words for fear of shewing them . [ Exit . Mrs. R. ' Tis a good - natured , insignificant crea- ture ! let in every where , and cared for no where . There's Miss Hardy returned from Lincoln's Inn : she seems ...
... never hazards more than six words for fear of shewing them . [ Exit . Mrs. R. ' Tis a good - natured , insignificant crea- ture ! let in every where , and cared for no where . There's Miss Hardy returned from Lincoln's Inn : she seems ...
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... never be a grandfather ! I'll plot with won't ? very well ; if I don't play you a trick for Letty now , and not against her ; ay , hang me if I don't ! There's something in my head , that shall tingle in his heart . He shall have a ...
... never be a grandfather ! I'll plot with won't ? very well ; if I don't play you a trick for Letty now , and not against her ; ay , hang me if I don't ! There's something in my head , that shall tingle in his heart . He shall have a ...
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... never was charmed till now . English beauty , French vivacity ; wit , ele- gance . Your name , my angel ! tell me your name , though you persist in concealing your face . or Let . My name has a spell in it . Doric . I thought so ; it ...
... never was charmed till now . English beauty , French vivacity ; wit , ele- gance . Your name , my angel ! tell me your name , though you persist in concealing your face . or Let . My name has a spell in it . Doric . I thought so ; it ...
Side 19
... Never heed circumstances ; the result , the result . Mrs. R. No , no ; you shall have it in form . Mr. Hardy performed the sick man like an augel . He sat up in bed , and talked so pathetically , that the tears stood in Doricourt's eyes ...
... Never heed circumstances ; the result , the result . Mrs. R. No , no ; you shall have it in form . Mr. Hardy performed the sick man like an augel . He sat up in bed , and talked so pathetically , that the tears stood in Doricourt's eyes ...
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The London Stage: A Collection of the Most Reputed Tragedies ..., Volum 2 Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1824 |
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Side 9 - Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man. Eternity ! thou pleasing, dreadful thought ! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes and changes must we pass ! The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me ; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it.
Side 9 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Side 9 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well ; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man...
Side 1 - Thou mad'st me what I am, with all the spirit, Aspiring thoughts and elegant desires That fill the happiest man ? Ah ! rather why Didst thou not form me sordid as my fate, Base-minded, dull, and fit to carry burdens? Why have I sense to know the curse that's on me? Is this just dealing. Nature ? Belvidera ! Enter BELVIDERA.
Side 9 - The wide, the unbounded prospect, lies before me; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a power above us (And that there is, all nature cries aloud Through all her works) he must delight in virtue; And that which he delights in must be happy.
Side 10 - Still vex your councils, shake your public safety, And make the robes of government you. wear Hateful to you, as these base chains to me. Duke. Pardon, or death ? Pierre.
Side 6 - Oh, do not look so tenderly upon me. Let indignation lighten from your eyes, and blast me ere you die. — By heaven, he weeps, in pity of my woes. Tears, — tears, for blood.
Side 20 - Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots ; Their port was more than human, as they stood : I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i
Side 6 - No more. I charge thee keep this secret close; Clear up thy sorrows, look as if thy wrongs Were all forgot, and treat him like a friend, As no complaint were made. No more; retire, Retire, my life, and doubt not of my honour; I'll heal its failings and deserve thy love. BELV. Oh, should I part with thee, I fear thou wilt In anger leave me, and return no more.
Side 19 - We, that are of purer fire, Imitate the starry quire; Who, in their nightly watchful spheres, Lead in swift round the months and years.