Dramatic works of Sheridan and Goldsmith. With Goldsmith's poems, Volume 2 |
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... speaking of your tragedy . Admirable , Sir Fretful , admirable ! Sneer . You never did anything beyond it , Sir Fretful - never in your life . Sir F. You make me extremely happy ; for without a compliment , my dear Sneer , there isn't a ...
... speaking of your tragedy . Admirable , Sir Fretful , admirable ! Sneer . You never did anything beyond it , Sir Fretful - never in your life . Sir F. You make me extremely happy ; for without a compliment , my dear Sneer , there isn't a ...
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... speak as to duration of time ? or do you mean that the story is tediously spun out ? Mrs. D. Oh , lud ! no . I speak only with reference to the usual length of acting plays . Sir F. Then I am very happy - very happy , indeed- because ...
... speak as to duration of time ? or do you mean that the story is tediously spun out ? Mrs. D. Oh , lud ! no . I speak only with reference to the usual length of acting plays . Sir F. Then I am very happy - very happy , indeed- because ...
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... and to advertise myself vivā voce . I am , sir , a practitioner in panegyric , or , to speak more plainly , a professor of the art of puffing , at your service or anybody else's . Sneer . Sir , you are very obliging ! I 28 SHERIDAN .
... and to advertise myself vivā voce . I am , sir , a practitioner in panegyric , or , to speak more plainly , a professor of the art of puffing , at your service or anybody else's . Sneer . Sir , you are very obliging ! I 28 SHERIDAN .
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... speak more to the pit , if you please — the soliloquy always to the pit- that's a rule . Beef . Though hopeless love finds comfort in despair , It never can endure a rival's bliss ! But soft - I am observed . [ Exit Beefeater . Dang ...
... speak more to the pit , if you please — the soliloquy always to the pit- that's a rule . Beef . Though hopeless love finds comfort in despair , It never can endure a rival's bliss ! But soft - I am observed . [ Exit Beefeater . Dang ...
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... speak at all ? Puff . Egad , I thought you'd ask me that — yes , it is a very likely thing - that a minister in his situation , with the whole affairs of the nation on his head , should have time to talk ! but hush ! or you'll put him ...
... speak at all ? Puff . Egad , I thought you'd ask me that — yes , it is a very likely thing - that a minister in his situation , with the whole affairs of the nation on his head , should have time to talk ! but hush ! or you'll put him ...
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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.