Dramatic works of Sheridan and Goldsmith. With Goldsmith's poems, Volume 2 |
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... marriage that would set all things to rights again . Honey . Love me ! Sure , Jarvis , you dream . No , no ; her intimacy with me never amounted to more than friendship - mere friendship . That she is the most lovely woman that ever ...
... marriage that would set all things to rights again . Honey . Love me ! Sure , Jarvis , you dream . No , no ; her intimacy with me never amounted to more than friendship - mere friendship . That she is the most lovely woman that ever ...
Page 83
... marry her , it may be possible she has no inclination to me . Croak . I'll tell you once for all how it stands . A good part of Miss Richland's large fortune consists in a claim upon Government , which my good friend , Mr. Lofty ...
... marry her , it may be possible she has no inclination to me . Croak . I'll tell you once for all how it stands . A good part of Miss Richland's large fortune consists in a claim upon Government , which my good friend , Mr. Lofty ...
Page 84
... marry her , or pack out of doors without any fortune at all . Leon . An only son , sir , might expect more indulgence . Croak . An only father , sir , might expect more obedience ; besides , has not your sister here , that never ...
... marry her , or pack out of doors without any fortune at all . Leon . An only son , sir , might expect more indulgence . Croak . An only father , sir , might expect more obedience ; besides , has not your sister here , that never ...
Page 85
... marriage , they talk of trying what a Scotch parson can do . Miss Rich . Well , I own they have deceived me . And so ... married ; nothing more . Miss Rich . Well , no more of this ; as to my guardian and his son , they shall find me ...
... marriage , they talk of trying what a Scotch parson can do . Miss Rich . Well , I own they have deceived me . And so ... married ; nothing more . Miss Rich . Well , no more of this ; as to my guardian and his son , they shall find me ...
Page 91
... marriage without mine or her aunt's consent . must seem to be angry , or she too may begin to despise my authority . I [ Exit . Enter LOFTY , speaking to his Servant . Loft . " And if the Venetian ambassador , or that teasing creature ...
... marriage without mine or her aunt's consent . must seem to be angry , or she too may begin to despise my authority . I [ Exit . Enter LOFTY , speaking to his Servant . Loft . " And if the Venetian ambassador , or that teasing creature ...
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Page 261 - The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay, Sat by his fire and talked the night away, Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won.
Page 259 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose...
Page 269 - And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade; Unfit in these degenerate times of shame To catch the heart, or strike for honest fame; Dear charming nymph, neglected and decried, My shame in crowds, my solitary pride; Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so; Thou guide by which the nobler arts excel, Thou nurse of every virtue, fare thee well!
Page 299 - Good people all of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran, Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes ! The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
Page 257 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
Page 258 - The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter tittered round the place; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove.
Page 151 - Ay, your times were fine times indeed; you have been telling us of them for many a long year. Here we live in an old rumbling mansion, that looks for all the world like an inn, but that we never see company. Our best visitors are old Mrs. Oddfish, the curate's wife, and little Cripplegate, the lame dancing-master; and all our entertainment your old stories of Prince Eugene and the Duke of Marlborough. I hate such old-fashioned trumpery. HARD. And I love it. I love everything that's old: old friends,...
Page 263 - For e'en though vanquished, he could argue still; While words of learned length, and thund'ring sound, Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around — And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, That one small head could carry all he knew.
Page 285 - Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind. His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand ; His manners were gentle, complying, and bland : Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart.
Page 257 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round.