Accepted Addresses; Or, Proemium Poetarum: To which are Added, Macbeth Travestie, in Three Acts, and Miscellanies, by Different HandsThomas Tegg, 1813 - 195 pagina's |
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Pagina 80
... , to thee , - For thou , ere many days , a King shalt be . Banquo . Why start you at this news ? Why seem to fear Sounds which are so harmonious to the ear ? Are ye immortal from the lower regions , Or any 78 MACBETH TRAVESTIE .
... , to thee , - For thou , ere many days , a King shalt be . Banquo . Why start you at this news ? Why seem to fear Sounds which are so harmonious to the ear ? Are ye immortal from the lower regions , Or any 78 MACBETH TRAVESTIE .
Pagina 136
... sound of coaches . " Let us take the field ! Hark ! I hear the horses prancing , The hour of attack is advancing ; We shall scorn , brave boys , to yield . See the bough I wield ! Let cut - throats proudly threaten , They shall be ...
... sound of coaches . " Let us take the field ! Hark ! I hear the horses prancing , The hour of attack is advancing ; We shall scorn , brave boys , to yield . See the bough I wield ! Let cut - throats proudly threaten , They shall be ...
Pagina 141
... sound trumpets , beat a rub - a - dub . ( 39 ) Enter Macbeth . Ex . severally . I am beset , so here I needs must stay , And needs must fight - I cannot run away . No matter for the row , ( 40 ) all I may scorn , Save him , indeed , not ...
... sound trumpets , beat a rub - a - dub . ( 39 ) Enter Macbeth . Ex . severally . I am beset , so here I needs must stay , And needs must fight - I cannot run away . No matter for the row , ( 40 ) all I may scorn , Save him , indeed , not ...
Pagina 162
... sound of the trumpet , and the word tattoo , from the sound of the drum . They are therefore poetically substituted here for trumpets and drums . POPE . ( 34 ) What cater - wauling's that ? Cats , when courting , are remarkable for ...
... sound of the trumpet , and the word tattoo , from the sound of the drum . They are therefore poetically substituted here for trumpets and drums . POPE . ( 34 ) What cater - wauling's that ? Cats , when courting , are remarkable for ...
Pagina 178
... sounds , Let all the tea - things fall . In came the man , who having bow'd , Said " Buckram , Sir , I am , " " Off with his head " he cried aloud , " So much for Buchingham . The man jump'd back - the woman scream'd , For both were ...
... sounds , Let all the tea - things fall . In came the man , who having bow'd , Said " Buckram , Sir , I am , " " Off with his head " he cried aloud , " So much for Buchingham . The man jump'd back - the woman scream'd , For both were ...
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ADDRESS Art thou Ballinderry Banquo bell bless bonnet boughs brave bright burlettas Carlisle wall CHARLES KINGSLEY CHARLES MACKAY cheek cried dead dear door doth ELIZA COOK Enter Macbeth eyes fair on Carlisle farewell fear Fleance friar give green things growing Gwenwynwyn hair hand happy haste hath head heart heaven hobby JOHNSON King kissed Lady Macbeth land Lenox light Lochinvar look Lord lover MACBETH TRAVESTIE Macduff maid maiden Malcolm morning mother mournfully Murderer Nautilus ne'er Netherby never night o'er Ochone old familiar faces poor pray river Dee Rolla rose round Royalty Theatre sail SAMUEL LOVER Servant sing Siward smile solitude of Binnorie song soul stay sun shines fair sure sweet tear tell Thane of Cawdor thee THEOBALD There's thine thou'st thought tree Twas Vauxhall violets wear wind woman word wou'd young
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Pagina 146 - Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Pagina 150 - By this the storm grew loud apace; The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men — Their trampling sounded nearer. "Oh! haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Pagina 148 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Pagina 178 - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well saved, 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 every thing.
Pagina 176 - Had cheer'd the village with his song, Nor yet at eve his note suspended, Nor yet when eventide was ended, Began to feel, as well he might, The keen demands of appetite ; When, looking eagerly around, He spied far off, upon the ground, A something shining in the dark, And knew the glowworm by his spark ; So stooping down from hawthorn top, He thought to put him in his crop. The worm, aware of his intent, Harangued him thus, right eloquent — Did you admire my lamp...
Pagina 177 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits, and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms; And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school: And then, the lover; Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress...
Pagina 150 - I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father." The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, — When, oh ! too strong for human hand, The tempest gathered o'er her.
Pagina 148 - But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring : And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Pagina 165 - That age is best, which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, And while ye may, go marry: For having lost but once your prime, You may for ever tarry.
Pagina 145 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast...