A Collection of the Most Esteemed Farces and Entertainments, Performed on the British Stage, Том 5

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Сторінка 50 - Twelve months are gone and over, And nine long tedious days ; Why didst thou...
Сторінка 115 - A better fure a table ne'er was put on : Ay, that might be, ye cry, with thofe poor fouls; But we ne'er had a rafher for the coals. And d'ye deferve it ? How d'ye fpend your days ? In paftimes, prodigality, and plays ! Let's go fee...
Сторінка 50 - How can they say that nature Has nothing made in vain ; Why then, beneath the water, Should hideous rocks remain ? No eyes the rocks discover That lurk beneath the deep, To wreck the wandering lover, And leave the maid to weep.
Сторінка 58 - Thou peerless knight of these woods ; Do but slay this dragon, who won't leave us a rag on, We'll give thee all our goods.
Сторінка 60 - Tho' their strength it was great, their skill it was neat, They never had one wound. At length the hard earth began to quake, The dragon gave him...
Сторінка 50 - TwAs when the seas were roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclin'd. Wide o'er the foaming billows She cast a wistful look ; Her head was crown'd with willows, That trembled o'er the brook. Twelve months are gone and over, And nine long tedious days. Why...
Сторінка 57 - OLD stories tell, how Hercules A dragon slew at Lerna, With seven heads, and fourteen eyes, To see and well discern-a : But he had a club, this dragon to drub, Or he had ne'er done it, I warrant ye : But More of More-hall, with nothing at all, He slew the dragon of Wantley.
Сторінка 98 - Well, young man, and what do you think will be the end of all this ? Here I have received, by the laft mail, a quire of your draughts from abroad.
Сторінка 90 - And never once call'd upon old Cole. No, no, I am worn out, thrown by and forgotten, like a tatter'd garment, as Mr. Squintum fays.
Сторінка 93 - byrinth, and nobody to show me the road. One time I thought of dying a Roman, which is truly a comfortable communion enough for one of us ; but it would not do. Sir Geo. Why not? Mrs Cole.

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