Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical and Critical, المجلد 20George Daniel, John Cumberland J. Cumberland, 1828 |
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الصفحة 11
... mind that . Ser . And where is Leopold ? Lil . Ah , sir ! my mind misgives me that this wicked Yuseph has made away with him . - They locked me up , that I might not search for him . Ser . And how did you make your escape ? Lil . Please ...
... mind that . Ser . And where is Leopold ? Lil . Ah , sir ! my mind misgives me that this wicked Yuseph has made away with him . - They locked me up , that I might not search for him . Ser . And how did you make your escape ? Lil . Please ...
الصفحة 23
... mind Repeats the unavailing moan ; And , while she lends her soothing aid , Laments my sorrows and her own . and two Unhappy as I am , I have still one consolation left , -my Cohenberg knows my heart , and he will never wrong me so far ...
... mind Repeats the unavailing moan ; And , while she lends her soothing aid , Laments my sorrows and her own . and two Unhappy as I am , I have still one consolation left , -my Cohenberg knows my heart , and he will never wrong me so far ...
الصفحة 30
... crosses to her . - Ghita goes down , L. - Peter saunters behind , R. Leo . Lilla , you know I never put myself out of hu- mour . Lil . Never ! never ! Leo . But a lie provokes me . Now mind 30 [ ACT II . THE SIEGE OF BELGRADE .
... crosses to her . - Ghita goes down , L. - Peter saunters behind , R. Leo . Lilla , you know I never put myself out of hu- mour . Lil . Never ! never ! Leo . But a lie provokes me . Now mind 30 [ ACT II . THE SIEGE OF BELGRADE .
الصفحة 31
... mind you speak truth - I have discovered the whole affair . Lil . Indeed ! Leo . Ghita has confessed . Lil . Has she confessed ? Leo . Oh ! now the truth is coming out - well— Lil . Ay ! well , my dear . [ Ghita makes signs — no ...
... mind you speak truth - I have discovered the whole affair . Lil . Indeed ! Leo . Ghita has confessed . Lil . Has she confessed ? Leo . Oh ! now the truth is coming out - well— Lil . Ay ! well , my dear . [ Ghita makes signs — no ...
الصفحة 37
... mind would lose half its splendour , were it not for the pleasure of surmounting difficulties . [ Drums and trumpets sound to urms , K. D • Enter Austrian Soldiers and Peasants , L. - Lilla , SCENE 1. ] 87 SIEGE OF BELGRADE .
... mind would lose half its splendour , were it not for the pleasure of surmounting difficulties . [ Drums and trumpets sound to urms , K. D • Enter Austrian Soldiers and Peasants , L. - Lilla , SCENE 1. ] 87 SIEGE OF BELGRADE .
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Ackee Alambra Allspice Barford better bless Carrydot Catharine Caustic Cohenberg Crack curricle dance Darby Dashall dear Demetrius Dermot devil Dominique door doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fairy Father Luke Faulkner fellow Ghita girl give happy hear heart Heartly heaven Helena Hermia Hippolyta honour Ismael Julia Kathlane Lady Sorrel Leopold Lilla look lord lovers LUDGATE HILL Lysander M'Que M'Query ma'am marry Mary Miss Monsieur never night Norah Oberon Oldskirt Patrick Paul Philostrate poor pray pretty Puck Pyramus racter SCENE Seraskier SIEGE OF BELGRADE Sir Edward Sir L Sir Larry soldier Solomon Gundy soul sure sweet Tangent tell THEATRES ROYAL thee there's Theseus thing Thisby thou Titania Virginia Yuseph Zounds
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الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...