The Dramatic Works of Wycherley, Congreve, Vanbrugh, and FarquharG. Routledge, 1866 - 668 Seiten |
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... hear that would hardly have been found in a greater poet , and that is doubly revolti compliments her upon the offers of wealth and rank which she had rejected , ridicule her parentage and her profession . Even one of these grounds of ...
... hear that would hardly have been found in a greater poet , and that is doubly revolti compliments her upon the offers of wealth and rank which she had rejected , ridicule her parentage and her profession . Even one of these grounds of ...
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... hear you are indisposed ; tho I believe the season is a great part of y distemper . I assure you it still keeps me back and I have frequently vapours to that excesse , that if I had not some free intervals , I should think my selfe ...
... hear you are indisposed ; tho I believe the season is a great part of y distemper . I assure you it still keeps me back and I have frequently vapours to that excesse , that if I had not some free intervals , I should think my selfe ...
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... hear a thi speak on a subject so agreeable . What we hold ourselves to have contribute more pains - taking set of memoirs than , we believe , has yet appeared . M complete , amplify , and abundantly enrich the criticism ; and Mr. Lamb's ...
... hear a thi speak on a subject so agreeable . What we hold ourselves to have contribute more pains - taking set of memoirs than , we believe , has yet appeared . M complete , amplify , and abundantly enrich the criticism ; and Mr. Lamb's ...
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... hear , sir ? Wild . Nay , madam , do you hear ! I tell you , ' tis not in the power of malice to cast a blot upon her fame ; and though the vanity of our sex , and the envy of yours , conspired both against her honour , I would not hear ...
... hear , sir ? Wild . Nay , madam , do you hear ! I tell you , ' tis not in the power of malice to cast a blot upon her fame ; and though the vanity of our sex , and the envy of yours , conspired both against her honour , I would not hear ...
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... hear me out . I say she put herself into mourning for you - locked herself in her chamber this month for you - shut out her barking relations for you has not seen the sun or the face of man since she saw you - thinks and talks of ...
... hear me out . I say she put herself into mourning for you - locked herself in her chamber this month for you - shut out her barking relations for you has not seen the sun or the face of man since she saw you - thinks and talks of ...
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Seite 241 - Looking tranquillity ! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilness to my trembling heart.
Seite 277 - I'm married; positively I won't be called names. Mirabell Names! Millamant Ay, as wife, spouse, my dear, joy, jewel, love, sweetheart, and the rest of that nauseous cant, in which men and their wives are so fulsomely familiar...
Seite 146 - I live a rent-charge on his providence. But you, whom every Muse and Grace adorn, Whom I foresee to better fortune born, Be kind to my remains ; and, oh defend, Against your judgment, your departed friend ! Let not the insulting foe my fame pursue, But shade those laurels which descend to you : And take for tribute what these lines express ; You merit more, nor could my love do less.
Seite 146 - em not mistake my patron's part, Nor call his charity their own desert. 50 Yet this I prophesy ; thou shalt be seen, (Though with some short parenthesis between), High on the throne of wit ; and, seated there, Not mine, that's little, but thy laurel wear. Thy first attempt an early promise made ; That early promise this has more than paid. So bold, yet so judiciously you dare, That your least praise is to be regular. Time, place, and action, may with pains be wrought, But genius must be born, and...
Seite 146 - Great Jonson did by strength of judgment please ; Yet, doubling Fletcher's force, he wants his ease. In differing talents both adorn'd their age ; One for the study, t'other for the stage.
Seite liv - Dear Bob, — I have not anything to leave thee, to perpetuate my memory, but two helpless girls ; look upon them, sometimes ; and think of him that was, to the last moment of his life, thine, — GEORGE FARQUHAR.
Seite 278 - ... tea-table talk— such as mending of fashions, spoiling reputations, railing at absent friends, and so forth— but that on no account you encroach upon the men's prerogative, and presume to drink healths, or toast fellows...
Seite lxvii - When we are among them, we are amongst a chaotic people. We are not to judge them by our usages. No reverend institutions are insulted by their proceedings, for they have none among them. No peace of families is violated, for no family ties exist among them. No purity of the marriage bed is stained, for none is supposed to have a being.
Seite 227 - Husbands and wives will drive distinct trades, and care and pleasure separately occupy the family. Coffee-houses will be full of smoke and stratagem. And the cropt prentice, that sweeps his master's shop in the morning, may, ten to one, dirty his sheets before night. But there are two things that you. will see very strange; which are wanton wives with their legs at liberty, and tame cuckolds with chains about their necks.
Seite 268 - Ay, ay, suffer your Cruelty to ruin the object of your Power, to destroy your Lover — And then how vain, how lost a Thing you'll be? Nay, 'tis true: You are no longer handsome when you've lost your Lover; your Beauty dies upon the Instant: For Beauty is the Lover's Gift; 'tis he bestows your Charms Your Glass is all a Cheat.