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... ! vile trappings ! a new passion reigns ! The maddening monarch revels in my veins . Oh ! for a Richard's voice to catch the theme OF GOLDSMITH . 117 Epilogue spoken by Mr Lee Lewes, in the Character Harlequin at his Benefit.
... ! vile trappings ! a new passion reigns ! The maddening monarch revels in my veins . Oh ! for a Richard's voice to catch the theme OF GOLDSMITH . 117 Epilogue spoken by Mr Lee Lewes, in the Character Harlequin at his Benefit.
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... folly to deplore ; Whilst his strong limbs conspire to set him free , And at one bound he saves himself , like me . [ Taking a jump through the stage door . EPILOGUE TO THE COMEDY OF THE SISTERS.1 WHAT ? five 118 THE POEMS.
... folly to deplore ; Whilst his strong limbs conspire to set him free , And at one bound he saves himself , like me . [ Taking a jump through the stage door . EPILOGUE TO THE COMEDY OF THE SISTERS.1 WHAT ? five 118 THE POEMS.
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Oliver Goldsmith (the Poet.) EPILOGUE TO THE COMEDY OF THE SISTERS.1 WHAT ? five long acts - and all to make us wiser ! Our authoress sure has wanted an adviser . Had she consulted me , she should ... Epilogue to the Comedy of the Sisters.
Oliver Goldsmith (the Poet.) EPILOGUE TO THE COMEDY OF THE SISTERS.1 WHAT ? five long acts - and all to make us wiser ! Our authoress sure has wanted an adviser . Had she consulted me , she should ... Epilogue to the Comedy of the Sisters.
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... but whither do I run ? If I proceed , our bard will be undone ! Well then a truce , since she requests it too : Do you spare her , and I'll for once spare you . [ black ! EPILOGUE , SPOKEN BY MRS . BULKLEY AND MISS CATLEY 120 THE POEMS.
... but whither do I run ? If I proceed , our bard will be undone ! Well then a truce , since she requests it too : Do you spare her , and I'll for once spare you . [ black ! EPILOGUE , SPOKEN BY MRS . BULKLEY AND MISS CATLEY 120 THE POEMS.
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... Epilogue . The Epilogue ? MISS CATLEY . MRS . BULKLEY . MISS CATLEY . Yes , the Epilogue , my dear . MRS . BULKLEY . Sure you mistake , Ma'am . The Epilogue I bring it . MISS CATLEY . Excuse me , Ma'am . The Author bid me sing it ...
... Epilogue . The Epilogue ? MISS CATLEY . MRS . BULKLEY . MISS CATLEY . Yes , the Epilogue , my dear . MRS . BULKLEY . Sure you mistake , Ma'am . The Epilogue I bring it . MISS CATLEY . Excuse me , Ma'am . The Author bid me sing it ...
Términos y frases comunes
Æsop appeared BALLYMAHON beauty Bennet Langton blest bliss booksellers Boswell breast brother BULKLEY Burke called character charms comedy Cradock David Garrick DEAR SIR death Deserted Village Doctor Dublin e'en Edmund Burke elegant Elphin Epilogue epitaph eyes fame fortune Garrick gave genius gentleman give Gold happiness heart History honour humour Ireland Johnson kind labour lady laugh learning letter Lishoy literary Lord Lord Camden manner merit mind MISS CATLEY nature never o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH once pain passion play pleas'd pleasure poem poet Poet's poetry poor Goldsmith praise pride prologue Sir Joshua Reynolds smile smith song Stoops to Conquer stranger supposed sure talents talk Temple thing thou thought tion told took Traveller truth turn Twas Vicar of Wakefield VIRG Westminster Abbey Whitefoord wish write written wrote
Pasajes populares
Página 37 - 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.
Página 104 - When lovely woman stoops to folly. And finds, too late, that men betray. What charm can soothe her melancholy, What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover. To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, — is to die.
Página 41 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven...
Página 25 - How small, of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Página 79 - Turn, gentle hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way, To where yon taper cheers the vale, With hospitable ray. " For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow ; Where wilds immeasurably spread Seem lengthening as I go." " Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom.
Página 37 - tis hard to combat, learns to fly ! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep ; No surly porter stands in guilty state, To spurn imploring famine from the gate...
Página 39 - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and shew'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow. And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Página 46 - The mournful peasant leads his humble band; And while he sinks, without one arm to save, The country blooms — a garden and a grave ! Where, then, ah ! where shall poverty reside, To 'scape the pressure of contiguous pride?
Página 80 - No flocks that range the valley free To slaughter I condemn; Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them. "But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring; A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, And water from the spring. "Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego; All earth-born cares are wrong; Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
Página 36 - A time there was, ere England's griefs began, When every rood of ground maintain'd its man; For him light labour spread her wholesome store, Just gave what life required, but gave no more: His best companions, innocence and health; And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.