Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical and Critical : Printed from the Acting Copies, as Performed at the Theatres-royal, London, Volume 13

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John Cumberland, 1826

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Página 9 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i...
Página 6 - But peace to his spirit, wherever it flies To act as an angel and mix with the skies ! Those poets who owe their best fame to his skill Shall still be his flatterers, go where he will, Old...
Página 48 - Or pore over you through a microscope, to see how your blood circulates from the crown of your head to the sole of your foot...
Página 18 - Encompassed in an angel's frame, An angel's virtues lay ; Too soon did heaven assert the claim, And call its own away. My Anna's worth, my Anna's charms, Must never more return ! What now shall fill these widow'd arms ? Ah, me ! my Anna's urn !" It is some confirmation of this conjecture, that General Burgoyne contracted no second marriage.
Página 9 - The playful humour ; he could now endure (Himself grown sober in the vale of tears) And feel a parent's presence no restraint. But not to understand a treasure's worth Till time has stolen away the slighted good, Is cause of half the poverty we feel, And makes the world the wilderness it is.
Página 20 - Who, Nancy Lovely? I am a piece of a guardian to that lady : you must know, her father, I thank him, joined me with three of the most preposterous old fellows — that, upon...
Página 25 - Tis well ! For the first fortnight, ruder than March winds, She'll blow a hurricane. The next, perhaps, Like April, she may wear a changeful face Of storm and sunshine : — and, when that is past, She will break glorious as unclouded May ; And where the thorns grew bare, the spreading blossoms Meet with no lagging frost to kill their sweetness. — Whilst others, for a month's delirious joy, Buy a dull age of penance ; we, more wisely, Taste first the wholesome bitter of the cup, That...
Página 10 - TO-NIGHT we come upon a bold design, To try to please without one borrow'd line ; Our plot is new and regularly clear, And not one single tittle from Moliere. O'er buried poets we with caution tread, And parish sextons leave to rob the dead.
Página 29 - O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Página 43 - I might have travelled over all the known parts of the globe, and made my own closet rival the Vatican at Rome — Odso, I have a good mind to begin my travels now — let me...

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