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lix ページ - ... keep the word of promise to the ear, and break it to the hope"— we have presumed to court the assistance of the friends of the drama to strengthen our infant institution.
lxviii ページ - And say, without our hopes, without our fears, Without the home that plighted love endears, Without the smile from partial beauty won, Oh, what were man ? A world without a sun.
131 ページ - Had you but seen these roads before they were made, You would hold up your hands, and bless General Wade.
liv ページ - Good my lord, will you see the players well bestowed ? Do you hear, let them be well used, for they are the abstract and brief chronicles of the time : after your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.
109 ページ - ... For, supposing me to be her son, and that she was not married till the year after my birth, I must have been her natural son." A young lady of quality, who was present, very handsomely said, " Might not the son have justified the fault." — My friend was much flattered by this compliment, which he never forgot. When in more than ordinary spirits, and talking of his journey in Scotland, he has called to me, " Boswell, what was it that the young lady of quality said of me at Sir Alexander Dick's...
lviii ページ - The sixth age shifts into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, with spectacles on nose and pouch on side; his youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide for his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, turning again towards childish treble, pipes and whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, that ends this strange eventful history, is second childishness and mere oblivion; sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.