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Harkee — I have a secret to tell you - Endymion and the moon shall meet us
upon Mount Lat . mos , and we'll be married in the dead of night . - But say not a
word . - Hymen shall put his torch into a dark lantern , that it may be secret ; and
Juno ...
Harkee — I have a secret to tell you - Endymion and the moon shall meet us
upon Mount Lat . mos , and we'll be married in the dead of night . - But say not a
word . - Hymen shall put his torch into a dark lantern , that it may be secret ; and
Juno ...
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Ha ! a good open speaker , and not to be trusted with a secret . Ang . Do you
know me , Valentine ? Val . Oh , very well . Ang . Who am I ? Val . You're a
woman - one to whom Heaven gave beauty , when it grafted roses on a briar .
You are the ...
Ha ! a good open speaker , and not to be trusted with a secret . Ang . Do you
know me , Valentine ? Val . Oh , very well . Ang . Who am I ? Val . You're a
woman - one to whom Heaven gave beauty , when it grafted roses on a briar .
You are the ...
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I hope you are secret in your nature , private , close , ha ? Jer . O sir , for that , sir ,
' tis my chief talent ; I'm as secret as the head of Nilus . Tatt . Ay ? who's he ,
though ? A privy - counsellor ? Fer . O ignorance ! [ Aside . ] -A cunning Egyptian ,
sir ...
I hope you are secret in your nature , private , close , ha ? Jer . O sir , for that , sir ,
' tis my chief talent ; I'm as secret as the head of Nilus . Tatt . Ay ? who's he ,
though ? A privy - counsellor ? Fer . O ignorance ! [ Aside . ] -A cunning Egyptian ,
sir ...
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secret I might have been trusted with ! -or had you a mind to try if I could discover
it by my art ? -Hum , ha ! I think there is something in your physiognomy , that has
a resemblance of her ; and the girl is like me . Tatt . And so you would infer , that ...
secret I might have been trusted with ! -or had you a mind to try if I could discover
it by my art ? -Hum , ha ! I think there is something in your physiognomy , that has
a resemblance of her ; and the girl is like me . Tatt . And so you would infer , that ...
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have no more love for your daughter , than I have like . ness of you : and I have a
secret in my heart , which you would be glad to know , and shan't know : and yet
you shall know it too , and be sorry for it afterwards . I'd have you know , sir , that ...
have no more love for your daughter , than I have like . ness of you : and I have a
secret in my heart , which you would be glad to know , and shan't know : and yet
you shall know it too , and be sorry for it afterwards . I'd have you know , sir , that ...
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Page 45 - 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 32 - 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 32 - 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 29 - 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 64 - 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 30 - 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 54 - 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 46 - 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 21 - 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 42 - I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death...
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| Title | Bell's British Theatre: Comus, by J. Milton. ... Love in a village, by I. Bickerstaff[e Volume 1 of Bell's British Theatre, John Bell |
| Contributor | John Bell |
| Published | 1797 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 26 Feb 2008 |
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