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... tables , and other inanimate wits ; but the authors seem to have forgotten that in the new Drury Lane the audience can hear as well as see . Of late our theatres have been so constructed , that John Bull has been compelled PREFACE . XV.
... tables , and other inanimate wits ; but the authors seem to have forgotten that in the new Drury Lane the audience can hear as well as see . Of late our theatres have been so constructed , that John Bull has been compelled PREFACE . XV.
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... table whom he " would not like to meet . " " Pray I who is this whom I should not like to meet ? " inquired the poet . " O ! " answered the lady , 66 one of those men who have made that shameful attack upon you ! " " The very man upon ...
... table whom he " would not like to meet . " " Pray I who is this whom I should not like to meet ? " inquired the poet . " O ! " answered the lady , 66 one of those men who have made that shameful attack upon you ! " " The very man upon ...
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... table of old Lord Dudley , who familiarly called him Fitz , but forgot to name him in his will . The Earl's son ( recently deceased ) , however , liberally supplied the omission by a donation of five thousand pounds . The third and last ...
... table of old Lord Dudley , who familiarly called him Fitz , but forgot to name him in his will . The Earl's son ( recently deceased ) , however , liberally supplied the omission by a donation of five thousand pounds . The third and last ...
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... table the annotator met him and Sir John Malcolm . Lord Byron talked of intending to travel in Persia . " What must I do when I set off ? " said he to Sir John . " Cut off your but- tons ! " " My buttons ! what , these metal ones ...
... table the annotator met him and Sir John Malcolm . Lord Byron talked of intending to travel in Persia . " What must I do when I set off ? " said he to Sir John . " Cut off your but- tons ! " " My buttons ! what , these metal ones ...
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... table of the late Lord Dillon , " Buonaparte is not a man , but a system . " Inquiry was made in the course of the evening of Sir James Mackintosh as to what the lady meant ? He answered , " Mass ! I cannot tell . " Madame de Staël ...
... table of the late Lord Dillon , " Buonaparte is not a man , but a system . " Inquiry was made in the course of the evening of Sir James Mackintosh as to what the lady meant ? He answered , " Mass ! I cannot tell . " Madame de Staël ...
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Page 163 - 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...
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Page 161 - While gradual parties fill our widen'd pit, And gape, and gaze, and wonder, ere they sit. At first, while vacant seats give choice and ease, Distant or near, they settle where they please ; But when the multitude contracts the span, And seats are rare, they settle where they. can. Now the full benches to late-comers doom No room for standing, miscall'd standing-room. Hark ! the check-taker moody silence breaks, And bawling,
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Page 164 - But talk their minds, we wish they'd mind their talk; Big-worded bullies, who by quarrels live, Who give the lie, and tell the lie they give; Jews from St. Mary Axe, for jobs so wary, That for old clothes they'd even axe St. Mary; And bucks with pockets empty as their pate, Lax in their gaiters, laxer in their gait, Who oft, when we our house lock up, carouse With tippling tipstaves in a lock-up house.
Page 161 - TiS sweet to view, from half-past five to six, Our long wax-candles, with short cotton wicks, Touch' d by the lamplighter's Promethean art, Start into light, and make the lighter start ; To see red Phoebus through the gallery-pane Tinge with his beam the beams of Drury Lane; While gradual parties fill our widen'd pit, And gape, and gaze, and wonder, ere they sit.
Page 52 - Tis mine to speak and yours to hear. Midnight, yet not a nose From Tower-hill to Piccadilly snored! Midnight, yet not a nose From Indra drew the essence of repose. See with what crimson fury, By Indra fann'd, the god of fire ascends the walls of Drury; The tops of houses, blue with lead, Bend beneath the landlord's tread; Master and 'prentice, serving man and lord. Nailor and tailor, Grazier and brazier, Thro" streets and alleys poured, All, all abroad to gaze, And wonder at the blaze.