Bell's British Theatre: Comus, by J. Milton. ... Love in a village, by I. Bickerstaff[e |
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الصفحة 26
Sure something holy lodges in that breast , “ And with these raptures moves the
vocal air 300 “ To testify his hidden residence : “ How sweetly did they float upon
the wings " Of silence through the empty vaulted night , " At ev'ry fall smoothing ...
Sure something holy lodges in that breast , “ And with these raptures moves the
vocal air 300 “ To testify his hidden residence : “ How sweetly did they float upon
the wings " Of silence through the empty vaulted night , " At ev'ry fall smoothing ...
الصفحة 67
And yet I'll prove it true ; Attend ; for sure I mean it not of you . The mealy fops that
tastes my cup , may try , How quick the change from beau to butterfly ; But o'er the
Insect should the Brute prevail , He grins a monkey with a length of tail .
And yet I'll prove it true ; Attend ; for sure I mean it not of you . The mealy fops that
tastes my cup , may try , How quick the change from beau to butterfly ; But o'er the
Insect should the Brute prevail , He grins a monkey with a length of tail .
الصفحة 114
If he have eat them , A plague o ' the mouth , say I. " Sure he has got “ Some
bawdy pictures , to call all this gang . When saw you him ? 1 Nei . Who , sir ?
Jeremy ? 2 Nei . Jeremy , butler ? We saw him not this month . Love . How ! 4 Nei
.
If he have eat them , A plague o ' the mouth , say I. " Sure he has got “ Some
bawdy pictures , to call all this gang . When saw you him ? 1 Nei . Who , sir ?
Jeremy ? 2 Nei . Jeremy , butler ? We saw him not this month . Love . How ! 4 Nei
.
الصفحة 62
And I'll answer for him ; for , I'm sure “ if he had , he would have told me . I find ,
madam , “ you don't know Mr. Tattle . “ Tatt . No indeed , madam , you don't know
me at “ all , I find ; for sure , my intimate friends would “ have known“ Ang . Then it
...
And I'll answer for him ; for , I'm sure “ if he had , he would have told me . I find ,
madam , “ you don't know Mr. Tattle . “ Tatt . No indeed , madam , you don't know
me at “ all , I find ; for sure , my intimate friends would “ have known“ Ang . Then it
...
الصفحة 72
Miss P. But I'm sure it is not so , for I'll speak sooner than you should believe that ;
and I'll speak truth , though one should always tell a lie to a man ; and I don't care
, let my father do what he will , I'm too big to be whipt ; so I'll tell you plainly , I ...
Miss P. But I'm sure it is not so , for I'll speak sooner than you should believe that ;
and I'll speak truth , though one should always tell a lie to a man ; and I don't care
, let my father do what he will , I'm too big to be whipt ; so I'll tell you plainly , I ...
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Alex Alexander arms beauty believe better body bring brother captain Clyt Clytus comes dear death doctor door Drug Enter Exeunt Exit eyes Face fair faith father fear fellow fool Foresight fortune give gods gone hand hast head hear heard heart Heaven hold honour hope hour husband I'll Jeremy keep king lady leave light live look lord madam marry master mean mind Miss morning nature never night once play pleasure poor Pray Scand Scandal SCENE Sir Sampson sister song soul speak spirit stand Stat stay Subtle sure sweet talk Tatt Tattle tell thee there's thing thou thought told true turn Valentine virtue what's woman young
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الصفحة 45 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
الصفحة 32 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity, that, when a soul is found sincerely so, a thousand. liveried angels lackey her, driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, and, in clear dream and solemn vision, tell her of things that no gross ear can hear...
الصفحة 32 - Till all be made immortal : but when lust, By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk, But most by lewd and lavish act of sin, Lets in defilement to the inward parts, The soul grows clotted by contagion, Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite lose The divine property of her first being.
الصفحة 29 - Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
الصفحة 64 - And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon. Mortals, that would follow me, Love Virtue ; she alone is free. She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
الصفحة 30 - That musing meditation most affects The pensive secrecy of desert cell, Far from the cheerful haunt of men and herds, And sits as safe as in a senate-house ; For who would rob a hermit of his weeds, His few books, or his beads, or maple dish...
الصفحة 54 - Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, Covering the earth with odours, fruits and flocks, Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable, But all to please, and sate the curious taste...
الصفحة 46 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
الصفحة 21 - My best guide now : methought it was the sound Of riot and ill-managed merriment, Such as the jocund flute, or gamesome pipe, Stirs up among the loose unletter'd hinds, When, for their teeming flocks, and granges full, In wanton dance they praise the bounteous Pan, And thank the gods amiss.
الصفحة 42 - I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death...
معلومات المراجع
| العنوان | Bell's British Theatre: Comus, by J. Milton. ... Love in a village, by I. Bickerstaff[e المجلد 1 من Bell's British Theatre, John Bell |
| المساهم | John Bell |
| منشور | 1797 |
| أصلي من | جامعة هارفارد |
| الكتب ذات التنسيق الرقمي | 26 شباط (فبراير) 2008 |
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