A Collection of Farces and Other After-pieces, which are Acted at the Theatres Royal, Drury-Lane, Covent-Garden and Hay-Market: Printed Under the Authority of the Managers from the Prompt Book, Volume 2

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Longman, Hurst, Rees and Orme, 1809
 

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Page 301 - And in sweet madness robb'd it of itself; But such a sacred and home-felt delight, Such sober certainty of waking bliss, I never heard till now.
Page 297 - Comus. The star that bids the shepherd fold, Now the top of heaven doth hold ; And the gilded car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantick stream ; And the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the dusky pole, Pacing toward the other goal Of his chamber in the East, Meanwhile welcome Joy, and Feast, Midnight Shout, and Revelry, Tipsy Dance, and Jollity.
Page 300 - Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence. How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night, At every fall smoothing the raven down Of darkness till it smiled!
Page 300 - In the blind mazes of this tangled wood ? My brothers, when they saw me wearied out With this long way, resolving here to lodge Under the spreading favour of these pines...
Page 299 - Break off, break off, I feel the different pace Of some chaste footing near about this ground. Run to your shrouds, within these brakes and trees ; Our number may affright : some virgin sure (For so I can distinguish by mine art) Benighted in these woods. Now to my charms, And to my wily trains : I shall ere long Be well stocked with as fair a herd as grazed About my mother Circe.
Page 300 - Lady. This way the noise was, if mine ear be true, My best guide now.
Page 272 - Hark ! some villain sure is near ! What were it best to do ? Will my majesty protect me ? No. Throw majesty aside, then, and let manhood do it.
Page 311 - Fool, do not boast. Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind With all thy charms, although this corporal rind Thou hast immanacled while Heaven sees good.
Page 300 - When for their teeming flocks and granges full In wanton dance they praise the bounteous Pan, And thank the gods amiss.
Page 274 - I have the honor to belong to the king, as well as you, and perhaps should be as unwilling to see any wrong done him. I came down with him to hunt in this forest, and the...

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