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... , half drunk , half - chok'd , half - blind , Roars , with Stentorian voice , " Jump up , my lad ! Room for the Lady - hip ! hold fast behind ! " Not the true dulness that inspires his lays , But THE MODERN DUNCIAD . 21.
... , half drunk , half - chok'd , half - blind , Roars , with Stentorian voice , " Jump up , my lad ! Room for the Lady - hip ! hold fast behind ! " Not the true dulness that inspires his lays , But THE MODERN DUNCIAD . 21.
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... Lady , all the valley sigh For such a helpless spirit fled , Who can restrain the humid eye ? Know Clara's Idiot Boy is dead . " Is not this the dramatic Fitz - Ball - an old gentleman of the Dunciad with a new name ? Hark ! Printers ...
... Lady , all the valley sigh For such a helpless spirit fled , Who can restrain the humid eye ? Know Clara's Idiot Boy is dead . " Is not this the dramatic Fitz - Ball - an old gentleman of the Dunciad with a new name ? Hark ! Printers ...
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... ladies , as exemplified in the histrionic weaver and his precautionary prologues ; in which he informs his audience that he is not Pyramus , but Bottom the weaver , and that Snug the joiner is no lion , but a man as other men are ...
... ladies , as exemplified in the histrionic weaver and his precautionary prologues ; in which he informs his audience that he is not Pyramus , but Bottom the weaver , and that Snug the joiner is no lion , but a man as other men are ...
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... ladies into applause by his extem- poraneous roaring ; and so versatile is his genius , that he volunteers to play Thisby in " a monstrous little voice , " rather than let Francis Flute , the bellows - mender , who has " a beard coming ...
... ladies into applause by his extem- poraneous roaring ; and so versatile is his genius , that he volunteers to play Thisby in " a monstrous little voice , " rather than let Francis Flute , the bellows - mender , who has " a beard coming ...
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... Lady Macbeth and Belvidera of Siddons , and Kemble's Lear . The awful tranquillity and terrific energy of Siddons were of the highest order . The cast - iron rigidity of Young , the intense glow - the concentration of Kean , and the ...
... Lady Macbeth and Belvidera of Siddons , and Kemble's Lear . The awful tranquillity and terrific energy of Siddons were of the highest order . The cast - iron rigidity of Young , the intense glow - the concentration of Kean , and the ...
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Page 117 - In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Page 98 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Page 62 - The Lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic. Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives...
Page 89 - While round the armed bands Did clap their bloody hands. He nothing common did or mean Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try; Nor call'd the Gods, with vulgar spite, To vindicate his helpless right ; But bow'd his comely head Down, as upon a bed.
Page 119 - This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year: Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal Boy! This can unlock the gates of Joy; Of Horror that, and thrilling Fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic Tears.
Page 62 - But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
Page 62 - The seasons alter : hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose : And on old Hyems' chin and icy crown, An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set.
Page 82 - If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Page 120 - And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Page 118 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.