The essays of EliaE. Moxon, 1840 |
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... COMPLAINT OF THE BEHAVIOUR OF MARRIED PEOPLE ON SOME OF THE OLD ACTORS . ON THE ARTIFICIAL COMEDY OF THE LAST CENTURY ON THE ACTING OF MUNDEN PAGE . 63 65 . 68 71 75 79 83 89 93 ELIA . THE SOUTH - SEA HOUSE . and then iv CONTENTS .
... COMPLAINT OF THE BEHAVIOUR OF MARRIED PEOPLE ON SOME OF THE OLD ACTORS . ON THE ARTIFICIAL COMEDY OF THE LAST CENTURY ON THE ACTING OF MUNDEN PAGE . 63 65 . 68 71 75 79 83 89 93 ELIA . THE SOUTH - SEA HOUSE . and then iv CONTENTS .
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... Marry , of the present breed , I think I could without much difficulty name you the party . : Remove your cap a little further , if you please it hides my bauble . And now each man bestride his hobby , and dust away his bells to what ...
... Marry , of the present breed , I think I could without much difficulty name you the party . : Remove your cap a little further , if you please it hides my bauble . And now each man bestride his hobby , and dust away his bells to what ...
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... married her- knowing that the wife of a schoolmaster ought to be a busy notable creature , and fearing that my gentle Anna would ill supply the loss of my dear bustling mother , just then dead , who never sat still , was in every part ...
... married her- knowing that the wife of a schoolmaster ought to be a busy notable creature , and fearing that my gentle Anna would ill supply the loss of my dear bustling mother , just then dead , who never sat still , was in every part ...
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... Marry , heaven , and all good manners , and the understanding that should be between kins- folk , forbid ! -With all the strangenesses of this strangest of the Elias - I would not have him in one jot or tittle other than he is ; neither ...
... Marry , heaven , and all good manners , and the understanding that should be between kins- folk , forbid ! -With all the strangenesses of this strangest of the Elias - I would not have him in one jot or tittle other than he is ; neither ...
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... married my grandmother's sister . His name was Gladman . My grandmother was a Bruton , married to a Field . The Gladmans and the Brutons are still flourishing in that part of the county , but the Fields are almost extinct . More than ...
... married my grandmother's sister . His name was Gladman . My grandmother was a Bruton , married to a Field . The Gladmans and the Brutons are still flourishing in that part of the county , but the Fields are almost extinct . More than ...
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Page 55 - Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
Page 55 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Page 74 - Not a flower, not a flower sweet, • On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there.
Page 73 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Page 69 - O, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake, Lest thou a feverous life shouldst entertain, And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Page 74 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it.
Page 50 - In the same hour came forth fingers of a man's hand, and wrote over against the candlestick upon the plaster of the wall of the king's palace: and the king saw the part of the hand that wrote.
Page 95 - twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful; She wished she had not heard it, yet she wished That heaven had made her such a man; she thanked me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake; She loved me for the dangers I had passed, And I loved her that she did pity them.
Page 75 - While he was thinking what he should say to his father, and wringing his hands over the smoking remnants of one of those untimely sufferers, an odor assailed his nostrils, unlike any scent which he had before experienced.
Page 42 - Is constant love deem'd there but want of wit? Are beauties there as proud as here they be ? Do they above love to be loved, and yet Those lovers scorn, whom that love doth possess? Do they call virtue there — ungratefulness!