Rejected addresses: or The new theatrum poetarumJohn Miller, 1813 - 127 strán (strany) |
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James Smith. AN ADDRESS WITHOUT A PHOENIX . By S. T. P. This was look'd for at your hand , and this was baulk'd ... looks , retraced with proud de- 4 light , Endear the past , and make the future bright . Yes , generous patrons , your ...
James Smith. AN ADDRESS WITHOUT A PHOENIX . By S. T. P. This was look'd for at your hand , and this was baulk'd ... looks , retraced with proud de- 4 light , Endear the past , and make the future bright . Yes , generous patrons , your ...
Strana 23
... Look about you . - Are you not all comfort- able ? Nay , never slink , mun ; speak out , if you are dissatisfied , and tell me so before I leave town . You are now , ( thanks to Mr Whitbread , ) got into a large , comfortable house ...
... Look about you . - Are you not all comfort- able ? Nay , never slink , mun ; speak out , if you are dissatisfied , and tell me so before I leave town . You are now , ( thanks to Mr Whitbread , ) got into a large , comfortable house ...
Strana 25
... Look at the brick work , English Audience ! Look at the brick work ! All plain and smooth like a quakers ' meeting . None of your Egyptian pyramids , to entomb sub- scribers ' capitals . No overgrown colonades of stone , like an ...
... Look at the brick work , English Audience ! Look at the brick work ! All plain and smooth like a quakers ' meeting . None of your Egyptian pyramids , to entomb sub- scribers ' capitals . No overgrown colonades of stone , like an ...
Strana 26
... look at them ; ) and Macbeth is to appear in an honest yeoman's drab coat , and a pair of black calamanco breeches . Not Salamanca ; no , nor Talavera neither , my most Noble Marquis , but plain , honest , black calamanco , stuff ...
... look at them ; ) and Macbeth is to appear in an honest yeoman's drab coat , and a pair of black calamanco breeches . Not Salamanca ; no , nor Talavera neither , my most Noble Marquis , but plain , honest , black calamanco , stuff ...
Strana 47
... Look on my form in armour dight Of steel inlaid with gold . My knees are stiff in iron buckles , Stiff spikes of steel protect my knuckles . These once belong'd to sable prince , Who never did in battle wince ; With valour tart as ...
... Look on my form in armour dight Of steel inlaid with gold . My knees are stiff in iron buckles , Stiff spikes of steel protect my knuckles . These once belong'd to sable prince , Who never did in battle wince ; With valour tart as ...
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æther atoms beams beauty behold blaze bless bloom blow blue brick bright called chaise Committee Court Covent-Garden cried dance diddle dome door Drury Lane DRUry Lane THEATRE Drury-Lane Drury's edifice evanescent eyes fair fire firemen flames gallery Ghost Glory to Tomfoolery gunpowder tea hand head heard Higginbottom hiss Holywell Street huzza James Ballantyne Jennings knife Ladies and Gentlemen Lady Elizabeth Mugg LADY MACBeth Lady Mugg Lemnos let us bound live look Lord LUCRETIUS Luddites Macbeth Milwood Miss Drury Muggins Muses Nancy Lake ne'er never nought nymph o'er old Drury OMNES papa Pat Jennings Perchance plain play-bill playhouse Punch's holiday REJECTED ADDRESSES roast Round let Samuel Hughes seem'd shout sing smile soon soul stage Street Surya sweet temple Theatre thee thro Tol de rol trowel Twas tweedle dee Veeshnoo walls Whitbread Wyatt's Yamen
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Strana 3 - Who, while the British squadron lay off Cork (God bless the Regent and the Duke of York), With a foul earthquake ravaged the Caraccas, And raised the price of dry goods and tobaccos ? Who makes the quartern loaf and Luddites rise ? Who fills the butchers' shops with large blue flies ? Who thought in flames St.
Strana 45 - These once belong'd to sable prince, Who never did in battle wince ; With valour tart as pungent quince, He slew the vaunting Gaul. Rest there awhile, my bearded lance, While from green curtain I advance, To yon foot-lights, no trivial dance,* And tell the town what sad mischance Did Drury Lane befall...
Strana 14 - OATED with home, of wife, of children tired, The restless soul is driven abroad to roam; Sated abroad, all seen, yet nought admired, The restless soul is driven to ramble home ; Sated with both, beneath new Drury's dome The fiend Ennui awhile consents to pine, There growls, and curses, like a deadly Gnome, Scorning to view fantastic Columbine, Viewing with scorn and hate the nonsense of the Nine.
Strana 48 - A bright ensanguined drain ; Meux's new brewhouse shows the light, Rowland Hill's chapel, and the height Where patent shot they sell : The Tennis Court, so fair and tall, Partakes the ray, with Surgeons...
Strana 7 - Well, after many a sad reproach, They got into a hackney coach, And trotted down the street. I saw them go : one horse was blind, The tails of both hung down behind, Their shoes were on their feet.
Strana 74 - MY pensive Public, wherefore look you sad ? I had a grandmother, she kept a donkey To carry to the mart her crockery ware, And when that donkey look'd me in the face, His face was sad ! and you are sad, my Public! Joy should be yours: this tenth day of October Again assembles us in Drury Lane.
Strana 104 - silence' hoots, Is apt to make the hubbub he imputes. What various swains our motley walls contain ! Fashion from Moorfields, honour from Chick Lane; Bankers from Paper Buildings here resort, Bankrupts from Golden Square and Riches Court; From the Haymarket canting rogues in grain, Gulls from the Poultry, sots from Water Lane; The...
Strana 8 - And brushed it with a broom. My uncle's porter, Samuel Hughes, Came in at six to black the shoes (I always talk to Sam) : So what does he, but takes, and drags Me in the chaise along the flags, And leaves me where I am.
Strana 52 - Yes, Higginbottom did aspire (His fireman's soul was all on fire) His brother chief to save ; But ah ! his reckless generous ire Served but to share his grave ! 'Mid blazing beams and scalding streams...
Strana 10 - Jack ? Oh, there they sit ! They smile, they nod ; I'll go my ways, And order round poor Billy's chaise, To join them in the pit. And now, good gentlefolks, I go To join mamma, and see the show; So, bidding you adieu, I curtsey, like a pretty miss, And if you'll blow to me a kiss, I'll blow a kiss to you. [Blows a kiss and exit.