Rejected addresses: or The new theatrum poetarumJohn Miller, 1813 - 127 strán (strany) |
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Výsledky 1 - 5 z 6.
Strana 42
... sing . 2 . Softly slept the dome of Drury , O'er the empyreal crest , When Alecto's sister - fury , Softly slumb'ring sunk to rest . GIFFORD . 3 . Lo ! from Lemnos limping lamely , Lags 42 REJECTED ADDRESSES . Drury's Dirge By L M.
... sing . 2 . Softly slept the dome of Drury , O'er the empyreal crest , When Alecto's sister - fury , Softly slumb'ring sunk to rest . GIFFORD . 3 . Lo ! from Lemnos limping lamely , Lags 42 REJECTED ADDRESSES . Drury's Dirge By L M.
Strana 71
... sing of the singe of Miss Drury the first , And the birth of Miss Drury the second . The Fire King one day rather amorous felt ; He mounted his hot copper filley ; His breeches and boots were of tin , and the belt Was made of cast iron ...
... sing of the singe of Miss Drury the first , And the birth of Miss Drury the second . The Fire King one day rather amorous felt ; He mounted his hot copper filley ; His breeches and boots were of tin , and the belt Was made of cast iron ...
Strana 85
... sing not , for I sing of truth , Primæval systems , and creation's youth ; Such as of old , with magic wisdom fraught , Inspired LUCRETIUS to the Latians taught . I sing how casual bricks , in airy climb , Encounter'd casual horse hair ...
... sing not , for I sing of truth , Primæval systems , and creation's youth ; Such as of old , with magic wisdom fraught , Inspired LUCRETIUS to the Latians taught . I sing how casual bricks , in airy climb , Encounter'd casual horse hair ...
Strana 89
... sing of ATOMS , whose creative brain , With eddying impulse , built new Drury - Lane ; Not to the labours of subservient man , To no young Wyatt appertains the plan ; We mortals stalk , like horses in a mill , Impassive media of Atomic ...
... sing of ATOMS , whose creative brain , With eddying impulse , built new Drury - Lane ; Not to the labours of subservient man , To no young Wyatt appertains the plan ; We mortals stalk , like horses in a mill , Impassive media of Atomic ...
Strana 110
... singing in my throat , which quickly communicated itself to the ears of every body about me , and made me a burthen to my friends , and a torment to Doctor Apollo , three of whose favourite servants , that is to say , Macbeth , his ...
... singing in my throat , which quickly communicated itself to the ears of every body about me , and made me a burthen to my friends , and a torment to Doctor Apollo , three of whose favourite servants , that is to say , Macbeth , his ...
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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.