Bell's British Theatre: Comus, by J. Milton. ... Love in a village, by I. Bickerstaff[e1797 |
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... shew ? 190 F. Spi . " I'll tell ye : ' t is not vain , nor fabulous , " ( Tho ' so esteem'd by shallow ignorance ) " What the sage poets , taught by th ' heav'nly Muse , " Story'd of old in high immortal verse , " Of dire Chimeras , and ...
... shew ? 190 F. Spi . " I'll tell ye : ' t is not vain , nor fabulous , " ( Tho ' so esteem'd by shallow ignorance ) " What the sage poets , taught by th ' heav'nly Muse , " Story'd of old in high immortal verse , " Of dire Chimeras , and ...
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... er knew . " Tom . Oh ! how unseemly shews in blooming youth rey severity ! But come with us , the bow'r of bliss will guide your steps ; you shall taste the joys that Nature sheds On the gay spring of life , youth's flow'ry prime . ...
... er knew . " Tom . Oh ! how unseemly shews in blooming youth rey severity ! But come with us , the bow'r of bliss will guide your steps ; you shall taste the joys that Nature sheds On the gay spring of life , youth's flow'ry prime . ...
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... shew That you are cheated by the lying boasts Of starving pedants , that affect a fame 250 From scorning pleasures , which they cannot reach . EUPHROSYNE sings . * Preach not to me your musty rules , Ye drones that mould in idle cell ...
... shew That you are cheated by the lying boasts Of starving pedants , that affect a fame 250 From scorning pleasures , which they cannot reach . EUPHROSYNE sings . * Preach not to me your musty rules , Ye drones that mould in idle cell ...
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" Swiftly resort to Comus ' gay court , " And in various measures shew Love's various sport . " Enter the Fauns and Dryads , and attend to the fol- " lowing directions . The tune is play'd a second time , to which they dance . " Now ...
" Swiftly resort to Comus ' gay court , " And in various measures shew Love's various sport . " Enter the Fauns and Dryads , and attend to the fol- " lowing directions . The tune is play'd a second time , to which they dance . " Now ...
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... shew'd the statute to you . " Face . You did so . 260 " Dap . And will I tell then ? By this hand of flesh , " Would it might never write good court - hand more , " If I discover . What do you think of 20 Act 1 . THE ALCHYMIST .
... shew'd the statute to you . " Face . You did so . 260 " Dap . And will I tell then ? By this hand of flesh , " Would it might never write good court - hand more , " If I discover . What do you think of 20 Act 1 . THE ALCHYMIST .
Common terms and phrases
Alex Alexander Ananias Angelica believe Body o'me brother captain Cassander Clyt Clytus Comus costive d'ye dear death doctor Drug Drugger Enter FACE Epictetus Epicure EUMENES ev'ry Exeunt Exit faith father fear fool Foresight fortune Frail give gone hast hear heard heart Heaven Heph Hephestion honour hope husband Jeremy KASTRIL king kiss lady look lord LOVE FOR LOVE Lysimachus madam Mammon marry master master doctor Miss never night on't Parisatis Perdiccas Philotas POLYPERCHON Pray RIVAL QUEENS rogue Roxana Scand Scandal shew Sir Sampson Sirrah sister song soul speak spirit Stat Statira Subtle Surly swear sweet SYSIGAMBIS Tatt Tattle tell thee there's Thessalus thing thou shalt thro told Trapl Trapland Trib troth Valentine virtue what's widow woman worship young
Popular passages
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 44 - I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death...