Bell's British Theatre: The old batchelor, by E. Congreve. ... Barbarossa, by Dr. Brown

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Сторінка 16 - Soldier lab'ring through a Winter's March, Still sees To-morrow drest in Robes of Triumph ; Still to the Lover's long-expecting Arms, To-morrow brings the visionary Bride. But thou, too old to bear another Cheat, Learn, that the present Hour alone is Man's.
Сторінка 106 - Shows his bold front, the harbinger of ruin, Can brave Leontius call for airy wonders, Which cheats interpret, and which fools regard...
Сторінка 8 - The wise and active conquer difficulties, By daring to attempt them. Sloth and folly Shiver and shrink at sight of toil and hazard, And make th
Сторінка 13 - Just entered in her teens, Fair as the day, and sweet as May, Fair as the day, and always gay. My Peggy is a young thing, And I'm not very auld, Yet well I like to meet her at The wauking of the fauld. My Peggy speaks sae sweetly, Whene'er we meet alane, I wish nae mair to lay my care, — I wish nae mair of a' that's rare. My Peggy speaks sae sweetly, To a...
Сторінка 28 - Nae mair of that ! Dear Jenny, to be free, There's some men constanter in love than we ; Nor is the ferly great, when nature kind Has blest them...
Сторінка 15 - To-morrow's action ? Can that hoary wisdom, Borne down with years, still doat upon to-morrow ? That fatal mistress of the young, the lazy, The coward, and the fool condemned to lose An useless life in waiting for to-morrow, To gaze with longing eyes upon to-morrow, Till interposing death destroys the prospect ! Strange ! that this general fraud from day to day Should fill the world with wretches undetected.
Сторінка 8 - San. No, forsooth, Pert ! I'm not much given to suspicion, as you can tell, Mrs. Forward : if I were, I might find more cause, I guess, than your mistress has given our master here. But I have so many pretty thoughts of my own person, housewife, more than I have of yours, that I stand in dread of no man.
Сторінка 28 - An' in their mixture now are fully blest : This, shields the other frae the eastlin blast, That, in return, defends it frae the wast. Sic as stand single (a state sae liked by you !) Beneath ilk storm, frae every airt, maun bow. Jenny. I've done — I yield, dear lassie, I maun yield : Your better sense has fairly won the field, With the assistance of a little fae Lies darn'd within my breast this mony a day. Peggy. Alake, poor pris'ner ! Jenny, that's no fair, That ye'll no let the wee thing tak...
Сторінка 7 - Car. Dear Jacinta, I fain would flatter myself, but am not able ; the blessing's too great to be my lot. Yet 'tis not well to trifle with me : how short soe'er I am in other merit, the tenderness I have for Leonora claims something from her generosity. I should not be deluded.
Сторінка 108 - Awake, Demetrius, from this dismal dream, Sink not beneath imaginary sorrows ; Call to your aid your courage and your wisdom ; Think on the sudden change of human scenes ; Think on the various accidents of war ; Think on the mighty power of awful virtue ; Think on that Providence that guards the good.

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