The London Theatre: A Collection of the Most Celebrated Dramatic Pieces, 第 2 卷

Whittingham and Arliss, 1815

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第12页 - 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,
第11页 - 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! Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe: And in
第2页 - Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence: How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night, At ev'rv fall smoothing the raven down Of darkness, till it smil'd; I have oft heard My mother Circe, with the
第5页 - 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. He that has light within his own clear breast,
第35页 - Com. The star, that bids the shepherd fold, Now the top of heaven doth hold; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream ; And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Facing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the east; Meanwhile welcome joy and feast!
第6页 - Tis chastity, my brother, chastity; She that has that is clad in complete steel, And like a quiver'd nymph, with arrows keen May trace huge forests, and unharbour'd heaths, Infamous hills, and sandy perilous wilds. So dear to heav'n is saintly chastity, That when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far
第2页 - Stepp'd, as they said, to the next thicket side, To bring me berries, or such cooling fruit, As the kind hospitable woods provide. But where they are, and why they come not back, Is now the labour of my thoughts; 'tis likeliest They had engag'd their wand'ring steps too far: 1
第14页 - Com. Why are you vex'd, lady? why do you frown? Here dwell no frowns nor anger; from these gates Sorrow flies far. See, here be all the pleasures That fancy can beget on youthful thoughts : And first behold this cordial julap here, That flames and dances in his crystal bounds!
第35页 - Phoebus sinketh in the west. Welcome song, and welcome jest, Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity; Braid your locks with rosy twine, Dropping odours, dropping wine! Rigour now is gone to bed. And advice, with scrup'lous head, Strict age, and sour severity, With their grave saws to slumber lie. Com. We that are of purer fire,
第15页 - would not taste thy treas'nous offer—None, But such as are good men, can give good things; And that which is not good is not delicious To a well-govern'd and wise appetite. Shall I go on, or have I said enough? Com. Enough to