The Dramatic Works of John O'Keeffe, Band 2 |
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Seite 52 - Excellent wretch ! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee ! and when I love thee not Chaos is come again.
Seite 8 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man.
Seite 64 - Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; • And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy : How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are ? O, think on that ; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Seite 192 - Whether ancient chroniclers looked upon the story of Peeping Tom as fabulous, we cannot say ; but we have not been able to meet with the least account of it in any of our English authors — we mean those who have written histories in that tongue. Leofrick, or Leofricus, Duke of...
Seite 20 - 11 hail him— Yo ! ho !— Stem. — What cheer ? Grog. — You 're Sam Stern. Stern— Yes. Grog. — Do you remember me-? Stern. — Remember ! Yes ; though you 're rich now, you 're still Tom Grog. Grog. — You affronted me aboard the Dreadnought ; the Spaniards were then in view, and I didn't think it time to resent private quarrels when it is our duty to thrash the enemies of our country ; but, Sam Stern, you are the man that affronted Tom Grog. Stern. — Mayhap so. Grog. — Mayhap you '11...
Seite 87 - I'll be dom'd, if I'll be your watchdog, to bite the poor, that I won't. Mr. Banks, as feyther intends to put up your goods at auction, if you could but get a friend to buy the choice of them for you again. Sister Jane has got steward to advance her a quarter's wages, and when I've gone to sell corn for feyther, besides presents, I've made a market penny now and then. Here — it's not much ! but every little helps. [ Takes out a small leather...
Seite 64 - I must shut mine ears. Lady Am. And thy mouth also, good Ephraim. I have bidden my cousin Henry to my house, and I will not set bounds to his mirth, to gratify thy spleen, and show mine own inhospitality.
Seite 192 - Baron Munchausen." There is one kind of conversation which most people aim at, and in which almost every one fails ; it is that of story-telling. It is very common for these gentry to lay one under the persecution of a long story, and be as much in earnest, as if the lives, and fortunes, and felicity of the three kingdoms depended upon it. A humour most unaccountable ! that a man should be letting off words for an hour or two, with a very innoAS cent intention, and after he has done his best, only...
Seite 22 - Harry. Jack, you and I have often met on a stage in assumed characters ; if it's your wish we should ever meet again in our real ones, of sincere friends, without asking whither I go, or my motives for leaving you, when I walk up this road, do you turn down that.
Seite 78 - ... without a home ? Let her come to mine. Banks. The hand of misery hath struck us beneath your notice. Lady Am. Thou dost mistake — To need my assistance is the highest claim to my attention : let me see her. [Exit BANKS.] I could chide myself that these pastimes have turned my eye from the house of woe. Ah ! think, ye proud and happy affluent, how many, in your dancing moments, pine in want, drink the salt tear ; their morsel, the bread of misery, and shrinking from the cold blast into their...