The Actor's Budget: Consisting of Monologues, Prologues, Epilogues, and Tales, Serious and Comic : Together with a Rare and Genuine Collection of Theatrical Anecdotes and Comic Songsprinted at the Columbian Press, 1824 - 379 páginas |
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... Turning again towards childish treble , pipes ( 6 * And whistles in his sound . " ( " Here , nurse , my flannel night - cap , -how - who's there , hey ? " Only the newsman , sir . " — " What's that you say ? " The King of Prussia , sir ...
... Turning again towards childish treble , pipes ( 6 * And whistles in his sound . " ( " Here , nurse , my flannel night - cap , -how - who's there , hey ? " Only the newsman , sir . " — " What's that you say ? " The King of Prussia , sir ...
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... turn'd , he could not eat , So made an ungenteel retreat : Next day left Go'ster in great wrath , And bid his coachman drive to Bath . There he suspected fresh abuse , Because the dinner was roast goose ; And that he might no more be ...
... turn'd , he could not eat , So made an ungenteel retreat : Next day left Go'ster in great wrath , And bid his coachman drive to Bath . There he suspected fresh abuse , Because the dinner was roast goose ; And that he might no more be ...
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... turn'd with disgust from the scene : The worms they crept in , and the worms they crept out , And sported his eyes and his temples about , While the spectre address'd Imogine : - " Behold me ! thou false one ! behold me ! " he cried ...
... turn'd with disgust from the scene : The worms they crept in , and the worms they crept out , And sported his eyes and his temples about , While the spectre address'd Imogine : - " Behold me ! thou false one ! behold me ! " he cried ...
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... turning him round , Sent some pudding away to be fry'd !!! His wig was turn'd forward , and short was his height , His apron was dirty to view ; The women ( oh ! wond'rous ) were hush'd at his sight ; The cats , as they ey'd him drew ...
... turning him round , Sent some pudding away to be fry'd !!! His wig was turn'd forward , and short was his height , His apron was dirty to view ; The women ( oh ! wond'rous ) were hush'd at his sight ; The cats , as they ey'd him drew ...
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... turn'd up Sir , your head isn't fit to be seen ! " The pot - boys ran in , and the pot - boys ran out , And could not conceive what the noise was about , While the doctor address'd Sally Green . 166 her snout , " Behold me ! thou jilt ...
... turn'd up Sir , your head isn't fit to be seen ! " The pot - boys ran in , and the pot - boys ran out , And could not conceive what the noise was about , While the doctor address'd Sally Green . 166 her snout , " Behold me ! thou jilt ...
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Página 136 - For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, — Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft Have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Página 136 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Página 139 - Scotland's shore. So thick a haze o'erspreads the sky They cannot see the sun on high ; The wind hath blown a gale all day, At evening it hath died away. On the deck the Rover takes his stand, So dark it is they see no land. Quoth Sir Ralph, "It will be lighter soon, For there is the dawn of the rising moon.
Página 134 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Página 136 - Th' applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their...
Página 136 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Página 14 - With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Página 135 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire, Hands that the rod of empire might have...
Página 138 - Rover walked his deck, And he fixed his eye on the darker speck. He felt the cheering power of spring ; It made him whistle, it made him sing : His heart was mirthful to excess, But the Rover's mirth was wickedness. His eye was on the Inchcape...
Página 135 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death...