Memoirs of the Life of the Right Honourable Richard Brinsley Sheridan, Volume 1

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A. and W. Galignani, 1825 - 543 páginas

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Página 484 - Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught; leave her to heaven, And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge To prick and sting her.
Página 215 - Well, I'll not debate how far scandal may be allowable ; but in a man, I am sure, it is always contemptible. We...
Página 462 - Ere the blabbing eastern scout, The nice morn on the Indian steep, From her cabin'd loophole peep, And to the tell-tale sun descry Our conceal'd solemnity.
Página 328 - ... tis only when he states his facts that you admire the flights of his imagination.
Página 178 - And scorn assumes compassion's doubtful mien, To warn me off from the encumber'd scene. This must not be ; — and higher duties crave Some space between the theatre and the grave ; That, like the Roman in the Capitol, I may adjust my mantle ere I fall : My life's brief act in public service flown, The last, the closing scene, must be my own.
Página 448 - All that he had ever heard — all that he had ever read — when compared with it dwindled into nothing, and vanished like vapour before the sun.
Página 176 - Cheeks of rose, untouched by art ? I will own the colour true, When yielding blushes aid their hue. Is her hand so soft and pure ? I must press it, to be sure; Nor can I be certain then, Till it, grateful, press again. Must I, with attentive eye, Watch her heaving bosom sigh ? I will do so, when I see That heaving bosom sigh for me.
Página 175 - I ne'er could any lustre see In eyes that would not look on me ; I ne'er saw nectar on a lip, But where my own did hope to sip.
Página 237 - ... phaeton, she desired me to write some verses on her ponies; upon which, I took out my pocketbook, and in one moment produced the following : " Sure never were seen two such beautiful ponies ; Other horses are clowns, but these macaronies : To give them this title I'm sure can't be wrong, Their legs are so slim, and their tails are so long.
Página 276 - There new-born plays foretaste the town's applause, There dormant patterns pine for future gauze. A moral essay now is all her care, A satire next, and then a bill of fare. A scene she now projects, and now a dish, Here Act the First, and here 'Remove with Fish.

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