Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical and Critical, المجلد 20George Daniel, John Cumberland J. Cumberland, 1828 |
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الصفحة 10
... thou dream thy true love's here , Depriv'd of peace and rest ? The birds sing sweet , the morning breaks , These joys are none to me , - Though sleep is fled , poor Dermot wakes , To none but love and thee . Re - enter DARBY , L. [ Exit ...
... thou dream thy true love's here , Depriv'd of peace and rest ? The birds sing sweet , the morning breaks , These joys are none to me , - Though sleep is fled , poor Dermot wakes , To none but love and thee . Re - enter DARBY , L. [ Exit ...
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... thou that dear friend , then , my comfort , my pleasure , - A look is my sunshine , a smile is my treasure ; Thy lips , if consenting , give joy beyond measure : A rapture so perfect , what joy can transcend ! Nor . Do , sir , permit me ...
... thou that dear friend , then , my comfort , my pleasure , - A look is my sunshine , a smile is my treasure ; Thy lips , if consenting , give joy beyond measure : A rapture so perfect , what joy can transcend ! Nor . Do , sir , permit me ...
الصفحة 24
... thou northern wind , - Be gentle unto me ; I lov'd a maiden most unkind , No fairer shall you see : Her vows were soft as western gale , Whilst flocks are penn'd in fold : I thought she listen'd to my tale , - She left me , ah ! for ...
... thou northern wind , - Be gentle unto me ; I lov'd a maiden most unkind , No fairer shall you see : Her vows were soft as western gale , Whilst flocks are penn'd in fold : I thought she listen'd to my tale , - She left me , ah ! for ...
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... thou'rt away , Must flow for thy returning Winding brooks , if by your side , My careless love is straying ; Gently murmur , softly chide , And say for him I'm staying . Meads and groves I've wander'd o'er , In vain , dear youth , to ...
... thou'rt away , Must flow for thy returning Winding brooks , if by your side , My careless love is straying ; Gently murmur , softly chide , And say for him I'm staying . Meads and groves I've wander'd o'er , In vain , dear youth , to ...
الصفحة 31
... Thou little cheat , return my heart , For , if you've lost your own , " Tis but at best a roguish art To coax poor me with mine to part , And yours for ever gone . Hence , ye graces , smiles , and loves- Tender sigh and falling tear ...
... Thou little cheat , return my heart , For , if you've lost your own , " Tis but at best a roguish art To coax poor me with mine to part , And yours for ever gone . Hence , ye graces , smiles , and loves- Tender sigh and falling tear ...
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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...