The Comical History of Don Quixote: As it was Acted at the Queen's Theatre in Dorset Garden

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1729 - 305 頁
 

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第 290 頁 - He has made the world merry, and I hope they will make him easy so long as he stays among us. This I will take upon me to say, they cannot do a kindness to a more diverting companion, or a more cheer\ ful, honest, and good-natured man.
第 289 頁 - Mr. d'Urfey will be imperfect, if after having engaged the players in his favour, I do not get the town to come into it. I must therefore heartily recommend to all the young ladies, my disciples, the case of my old friend, who has often made their grand-mothers merry, and whose sonnets have perhaps lulled asleep many a present toast, when she lay in her cradle.
第 288 頁 - ... not but smile to think how insensibly we were grown into a couple of venerable old gentlemen. Tom observed to me, that after having written more odes than Horace, and about four times as many comedies as Terence, he was reduced to great difficulties by the importunities of a set of men, who, of late years, had furnished him with the accommodations of life, and would not, as we say, be paid with a song.
第 32 頁 - Couch' d in the dark and silent grave, No ills of fate thou now canst fear ; In vain would tyrant power enslave, Or scornful beauty be severe. Wars that do fatal storms disperse, Far from thy happy mansion keep ; Earthquakes that shake the universe, Can't rock thee into sounder sleep. With all the charms of peace possest, Secure from life's tormentor, pain ; Sleep, and indulge thyself with rest, Nor dream thou e'er shalt rise again.
第 275 頁 - tis in vain ! 'tis all, 'tis all in vain ! Death and despair must end the fatal pain : Cold, cold despair, disguis'd like snow and rain, Falls on my breast ; bleak winds in tempests blow ; My veins all shiver, and my fingers glow : My pulse beats a dead march for lost repose, And to a solid lump of ice my poor fond heart is froze.
第 289 頁 - Melancholy, would make a good benefit-night. As my friend, after the manner of the old lyrics, accompanies his works with his own voice, he has been the delight of the most polite companies and conversations, from the beginning of king Charles the Second's reign to our present times.
第 275 頁 - My veins all shiver, and my fingers glow : My pulse beats a dead march for lost repose, And to a solid lump of ice my poor fond heart is froze. Or say, ye powers, my peace to crown, Shall I thaw myself, and drown 25 Among the foaming billows'?
第 289 頁 - ... feast, not to mention his little ode upon Stool-Ball, with many others of the like nature. Should the very individuals he has celebrated, make their appearance together, they would be sufficient to fill the play-house. Pretty Peg of Windsor...
第 275 頁 - FROM rosie bowers, where sleeps the god of love, Hither ye little wanton cupids fly ; Teach me in soft melodious strains to move With tender passion my heart's darling joy : Ah ! let the soul of musick tune my voice, To win dear Strephon, who my soul enjoys. Or, if more influencing Is to be brisk and airy, With a step and a bound, With a frisk from the ground, I'll trip like any fairy.
第 289 頁 - Tom d'Urfey's shoulder more than once, and humming over a song with him.

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