Lectures on the English Comic Writers

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Wiley and Putnam, 1845 - 222 oldal
 

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37. oldal - tis certain ; very sure, very sure : death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all ; all shall die.
24. oldal - The hedge-sparrow fed the cuckoo so long, That it had its head bit off by its young.
72. oldal - ... lover? Prithee why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prithee why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't?
69. oldal - tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone, Will leave this to control And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution.
68. oldal - tis some bravery. That since you would save none of me, I bury some of you. The Blossom Little thinkst thou, poor flower. Whom I have watched six or seven days, And seen thy birth, and seen what every hour Gave to thy growth, thee to this height to raise, And now dost laugh and triumph on this bough, Little thinkst thou That it will freeze anon, and that I shall Tomorrow find thee fall'n, or not at all...
14. oldal - The sun had long since, in the lap Of Thetis, taken out his nap, And, like a lobster boil'd, the morn From black to red began to turn...
18. oldal - Wit lying most in the assemblage of Ideas, and putting those together with quickness and variety, wherein can be found any resemblance or congruity, thereby to make up pleasant Pictures, and agreeable Visions in the fancy...
62. oldal - Do we succeed? Is our day come? and holds it? Face. The evening will set red upon you, sir; You have colour for it, crimson : the red ferment Has done, his office; three hours hence prepare you To see projection. Mam. Pertinax, my Surly, Again I say to thee aloud, Be rich. This day thou shalt have ingots; and to-morrow Give lords th
77. oldal - Drinks up the sea, and when he 's done. The Moon and Stars drink up the Sun: They drink and dance by their own light, They drink and revel all the night: Nothing in Nature 's sober found, But an eternal health goes round.
94. oldal - Beauty the lover's gift! Lord, what is a lover, that it can give? Why, one makes lovers as fast as one pleases, and they live as long as one pleases, and they die as soon as one pleases; and then, if one pleases, one makes more.

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