Bell's British Theatre: Comus, by J. Milton. ... Love in a village, by I. Bickerstaff[e1797 |
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Pagina 57
... talk'd with your pastor . " Ha ' you brought money To buy more coals ? Anna . No , surely . Sub . No ! How so ? Ana . The brethren bid me say unto you , sir , Surely , they will not venture any more , Till they may see projection . Sub ...
... talk'd with your pastor . " Ha ' you brought money To buy more coals ? Anna . No , surely . Sub . No ! How so ? Ana . The brethren bid me say unto you , sir , Surely , they will not venture any more , Till they may see projection . Sub ...
Pagina 61
... talk'd of ; and your widows Are ne'er of any price till they be famous , Their honour is the multitude of suitors . Send her , it may be thy good fortune . What , Thou dost not know ? Drug . No , sir , she'll never marry Under a knight ...
... talk'd of ; and your widows Are ne'er of any price till they be famous , Their honour is the multitude of suitors . Send her , it may be thy good fortune . What , Thou dost not know ? Drug . No , sir , she'll never marry Under a knight ...
Pagina 69
... talk anon . " [ Knock without . There's some to speak with me . Go in , I pray you , And view the parcels . That's the inventory . I'll come to you straight . [ Exeunt Trib . and Ana . ] Who is it ? Face ! Appear . Enter FACE . How now ...
... talk anon . " [ Knock without . There's some to speak with me . Go in , I pray you , And view the parcels . That's the inventory . I'll come to you straight . [ Exeunt Trib . and Ana . ] Who is it ? Face ! Appear . Enter FACE . How now ...
Pagina 83
... talk to her , all in gold ; " Rain her as many showers as Jove did drops " Unto his Danae ; shew the god a miser , CC Compar'd with Mammon . What , the stone will do't . " She shall feel gold , taste gold , hear gold , sleep gold ...
... talk to her , all in gold ; " Rain her as many showers as Jove did drops " Unto his Danae ; shew the god a miser , CC Compar'd with Mammon . What , the stone will do't . " She shall feel gold , taste gold , hear gold , sleep gold ...
Pagina 88
... talks in ? Sub . That false precept Of being afore - hand , has deceiv'd a number , And made ' em enter quarrels , oftentimes , Before they were aware ; and afterward , Against their wills ? Kas . How must I do then , sir ? 181 Sub . I ...
... talks in ? Sub . That false precept Of being afore - hand , has deceiv'd a number , And made ' em enter quarrels , oftentimes , Before they were aware ; and afterward , Against their wills ? Kas . How must I do then , sir ? 181 Sub . I ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 47 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Pagina 34 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity, that, when a soul is found sincerely so, a thousand. liveried angels lackey her, driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, and, in clear dream and solemn vision, tell her of things that no gross ear can hear...
Pagina 34 - Till all be made immortal : but when lust, By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk, But most by lewd and lavish act of sin, Lets in defilement to the inward parts, The soul grows clotted by contagion, Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite lose The divine property of her first being.
Pagina 31 - Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
Pagina 66 - And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon. Mortals, that would follow me, Love Virtue ; she alone is free. She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
Pagina 32 - That musing meditation most affects The pensive secrecy of desert cell, Far from the cheerful haunt of men and herds, And sits as safe as in a senate-house ; For who would rob a hermit of his weeds, His few books, or his beads, or maple dish...
Pagina 56 - Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, Covering the earth with odours, fruits and flocks, Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable, But all to please, and sate the curious taste...
Pagina 48 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Pagina 23 - My best guide now : methought it was the sound Of riot and ill-managed merriment, Such as the jocund flute, or gamesome pipe, Stirs up among the loose unletter'd hinds, When, for their teeming flocks, and granges full, In wanton dance they praise the bounteous Pan, And thank the gods amiss.
Pagina 44 - I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death...