British theatre, comprising tragedies, comedies, operas, and farces; with biogr., critical account and notes, by an Englishman [O. Williams].1830 |
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... deliver'd down From age to age by your renown'd forefathers ( So dearly bought , the price of so much blood ) : Oh , let it never perish in your hands ! But piously transmit it to your children . Do thou , great liberty , inspire our ...
... deliver'd down From age to age by your renown'd forefathers ( So dearly bought , the price of so much blood ) : Oh , let it never perish in your hands ! But piously transmit it to your children . Do thou , great liberty , inspire our ...
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Page 490 - I'll never control your choice ; but Mr. Marlow, whom I have pitched upon, is the son of my old friend, Sir Charles Marlow, of whom you have heard me talk so often. The young gentleman has been bred a scholar, and is designed for an employment in the service of his country. I am told he's a man of an excellent understanding.
Page 494 - Yet, George, if we open the campaign too fiercely at first, we may want ammunition before it is over. I think to reserve the embroidery to secure a retreat. HARD. Your talking of a retreat, Mr. Marlow, puts me in mind of the Duke of Marlborough, when we went to besiege Denain.
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Page 366 - Well, Sir Rowland, you have the way, You are no Novice in the Labyrinth of Love, You have the Clue But as I am a Person, Sir Rowland, you must not attribute my yielding to any sinister Appetite, or Indigestion of Widowhood ; nor impute my Complacency to any Lethargy of Continence I hope you do not think me prone to any Iteration of Nuptials.
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| Pealkiri | British theatre, comprising tragedies, comedies, operas, and farces; with biogr., critical account and notes, by an Englishman [O. Williams]. |
| Autor | British theatre |
| Editor | Owen Williams (editor of British theatre) |
| Published | 1830 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 16 mai 2006 |
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