The Traveller, the Deserted Village, and Other PoemsJ. Sharpe, 1822 - 154 עמודים |
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עמוד 145
... do I run ? If I proceed , our bard will be undone ! Well , then , a truce , since she requests it too : Do you spare her , and I'll for once spare you . EPILOGUE , SPOKEN BY MRS . BULKLEY AND MISS CATLEY EPILOGUE . 145.
... do I run ? If I proceed , our bard will be undone ! Well , then , a truce , since she requests it too : Do you spare her , and I'll for once spare you . EPILOGUE , SPOKEN BY MRS . BULKLEY AND MISS CATLEY EPILOGUE . 145.
עמוד 146
... Miss Catley , who stands full before her , and curtsies to the Audience . MRS . BULKLEY . Hold , ma'am , your pardon . What's your business here ? The Epilogue . MISS CATLEY . MRS . BULKLEY . The Epilogue ? MISS CATLEY . Yes , the ...
... Miss Catley , who stands full before her , and curtsies to the Audience . MRS . BULKLEY . Hold , ma'am , your pardon . What's your business here ? The Epilogue . MISS CATLEY . MRS . BULKLEY . The Epilogue ? MISS CATLEY . Yes , the ...
עמוד 147
... MISS CATLEY . What if we leave it to the House ? MRS . BULKLEY . The House Agreed . Agreed . MISS CATLEY . MRS . BULKLEY . And she , whose party's largest , shall proceed . And first I hope , you'll readily agree I've all EPILOGUE . 147.
... MISS CATLEY . What if we leave it to the House ? MRS . BULKLEY . The House Agreed . Agreed . MISS CATLEY . MRS . BULKLEY . And she , whose party's largest , shall proceed . And first I hope , you'll readily agree I've all EPILOGUE . 147.
עמוד 148
... MISS CATLEY . I'm for a different set - Old men , whose trade is Still to gallant and dangle with the ladies : RECITATIVE . Who mump their passion , and who , grimly smiling , Still thus address the fair , with voice beguiling . AIR ...
... MISS CATLEY . I'm for a different set - Old men , whose trade is Still to gallant and dangle with the ladies : RECITATIVE . Who mump their passion , and who , grimly smiling , Still thus address the fair , with voice beguiling . AIR ...
עמוד 149
... MISS CATLEY . Ay , take your travellers , travellers indeed ! Give me my bonny Scot , that travels from the Tweed . Where are the cheels ! Ah , ah , I well discern The smiling looks of each bewitching bairne : A bonny young lad is my ...
... MISS CATLEY . Ay , take your travellers , travellers indeed ! Give me my bonny Scot , that travels from the Tweed . Where are the cheels ! Ah , ah , I well discern The smiling looks of each bewitching bairne : A bonny young lad is my ...
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Amidst ballad bards beauty Bishop of Dromore bless'd blessings bliss bookseller bowers breast brother BULKLEY Burke charms cheerful climes confess'd Covent Garden cried dance David Garrick dear DESERTED VILLAGE DRAWN BY RICHARD e'en Epilogue eyes fame flies follow'd fond Garrick genius gentle heart heaven hermit honest honour JOHN SHARPE Johnson keep a corner land Lishoy lord luxury mind mirth MISS CATLEY native ne'er never o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH once pass'd passion pasty patriot pensive perhaps PICCADILLY pity pleased pleasure poem poet poet's poor praise pride PUBLISHED BY JOHN racter Richard Westall rise round scene shore sigh sinks Sir Joshua Reynolds skies smiling sorrow soul spread STOOPS TO CONQUER stranger swain sweet SWEET AUBURN tale thee There's thine thou toil TRAVELLER turn twas venison VICAR OF WAKEFIELD wealth Whitefoord wish'd wretch
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 48 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
עמוד 47 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please — How often have I loiter'd o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
עמוד 65 - And steady loyalty and faithful love. And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade; Unfit, in these degenerate times of shame, To catch the heart or strike for honest fame; Dear charming nymph, neglected and decried, My shame in crowds, my solitary pride; Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe, That found' st me poor at first and keep'st me so...
עמוד 48 - The dancing pair that simply sought renown By holding out to tire each other down; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter tittered round the place; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove.
עמוד 64 - Return'd and wept, and still return'd to weep. The good old sire, the first prepared to go To new-found worlds, and wept for others' woe; But for himself in conscious virtue brave, He only wished for worlds beyond the grave.
עמוד 23 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care; Impell'd with steps unceasing to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view : That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
עמוד 32 - To men of other minds my fancy flies, Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies. Methinks her patient sons before me stand, Where the broad ocean leans against the land, And, sedulous to stop the coming tide, Lift the tall rampire's artificial pride. Onward, methinks, and diligently slow, The firm connected bulwark seems to grow ; Spreads its long arms amidst the wat'ry roar, Scoops out an empire, and usurps the shore.
עמוד 56 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
עמוד 65 - Even now, methinks, as pondering here I stand, I see the rural virtues leave the land. Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail, That idly waiting flaps with every gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand. Contented toil, and hospitable care, And kind connubial tenderness, are there; And piety with wishes placed above, And steady loyalty, and faithful love.
עמוד 96 - Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick If they were not his own by finessing and trick: He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleased he could whistle them back.