The Dramatic Works of John O'Keeffe, Volume 3

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Page 239 - As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Page 177 - When dread events are near, stir up men's minds To black suggestions ; and he prospers best, Not who becomes the instrument of ill, But who can flatter the dark spirit that makes Its empire and its prey of other hearts Till it become his slave — as I will do.
Page 133 - O'er fields, thro' brakes they fly; The Game is rous'd, too true the Song, This day a Deer muft die. With a hey, ho, chivy! Hark forward tantivy ! Poor flag ! the dogs, thy haunches gore, The tears run down thy face, The hunter's pleafure is no more, His joys were in the chace. Alike the fportfmen of the town, The virgin game in view, Are full content to run us down, Then we in turn purfue. With our hey, ho, chivy ! Hark forward, tantivy ! Enter OTTOKESA, with a band-lax.
Page 231 - Vhen I vas a coal-heaver, my face vas a black angel, but my inward man vas as vhite as a vhite vail that is vhite.
Page 133 - Hark ! hark ! tantivy ! This day a stag must die. The cordial takes its merry round/ The laugh and joke prevail, The huntsman blows a jovial sound, The dogs snuff up the gale ; The upland...
Page 238 - There dwelt a man in faire Westmerland, Johnie Armstrong men did him call, He had neither lands nor rents coming in, Yet he kept eight score men in his hall.
Page 459 - Mrs. -JV. 1 don't know, Ma'am, but fome man left that cafe for you. (pointing to a cafe} Mrs. M. (Looking at it, turns to Barnavag) I get all my itage properties made in London, by Mr. Combes, of Covent Garden, a very ingenious man, and I even have my fcenes painted in town by little Mr. Hod gins Here's a cargo of crowns, fceptres, daggers, bowls, and truncheons.
Page 141 - I must on. Reluctant thus, the merchant quits his ease, And trusts to rocks, and sands, and stormy seas; In hopes some unknown golden coast to find, Commits himself, though doubtful, to the wind, Longs much for joys to come, yet mourns those left behind. THE END OF THE FIRST ACT. ACT II SCENE I. — A Room in Thorowgood's House. Enter BARNWELL. BARN. How strange are all things round me ! Like some thief who treads forbidden ground, fearful I enter each apartment of this well known house. To guilty...
Page 170 - Ruflia comes to labour like a handy crafts man. — Let the Kings around him be robed in...

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