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Page 268 - He began on it; and when first he mentioned it to Swift, the doctor did not much like the project As he carried it on, he showed what he wrote to both of us, and we now and then gave a correction, or a word or two of advice; but it was wholly of his own writing. — When it was done, neither of us thought it would succeed. We showed it to - Congreve; who, after reading it over, said, it would either take greatly, or be damned confoundedly.
Page 234 - tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their colour fly ; And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, , Alas ! it cried, " Give me some drink, Titinius,
Page 165 - On Lough Neagh's bank as the fisherman strays, When the clear, cold eve's declining, He sees the round towers of other days, In the wave beneath him shining! Thus shall memory often, in dreams sublime, Catch a glimpse of the days that are over, Thus, sighing, look through the waves of time For the long-faded glories they cover!
Page 33 - Oh, what was love made for, if 'tis not the same Through joy and through torment, through glory and shame, I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart : I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art.
Page 33 - While here each real feeling is awake? Which beating here, superior to all art, Bursts in full tides from a most grateful heart. I now appear myself, distress'd, dismay'd, More than in all the characters I've play'd. In acted passion, tears must seem to flow, "But I have that within that passeth show".
Page 90 - Master Field, the player, riding up Fleet-street a great pace, a gentleman called to him, and asked him what play was played that day ? He (being angry to be stayed on so frivolous a demand) answered, that he might see what play was to be played upon every post. " I cry you mercy (said the gentleman) ; I took you for a post, you rode so fast.
Page 215 - The late facetious Mr. Spiller, being at the rehearsal, on a Saturday morning, the time when the actors are usually paid, was asking another, Whether Mr. Wood, the treasurer of the house, had anything to say to them that morning : No, faith, Jemmy, replied the other, I'm afraid there's no cole — (which is a cant word for money). Then, said Spiller, if there's no cole we must burn Wood.
Page 139 - Within these very few hours, I have been seized with a terror of mind I never in my life felt before; it has totally destroyed my corporeal as well as mental faculties. I must, therefore, request your patience this night — a request which an old man of eighty-nine years of age may hope is not unreasonable.
Page 144 - ... him with gaping mouths and anxious looks, all eager to renew their acquaintance with their old friend and favourite, Punch. The theatre itself was carried by a tall man, who seemed a sort of sleeping partner in the concern, or mere dumb waiter on the other's operations.