Memoirs of the Life of the Rt. Hon. Richard Brinsley Sheridan, Volume 1

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Widdleton, 1866
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Page 145 - Well, I'll not debate how far scandal may be allowable ; but in a man, I am sure, it is always contemptible. We...
Page 296 - Ere the blabbing eastern scout, The nice morn on the Indian steep, From her cabin'd loophole peep, And to the tell-tale sun descry Our conceal'd solemnity.
Page 119 - Cheeks of rose, untouched by art ? I will own the colour true, When yielding blushes aid their hue. Is her hand so soft and pure ? I must press it, to be sure; Nor can I be certain then, Till it, grateful, press again. Must I, with attentive eye, Watch her heaving bosom sigh ? I will do so, when I see That heaving bosom sigh for me.
Page 171 - That's very true indeed, Sir Peter ; and after having married you, I should never pretend to taste again, I allow.
Page 142 - Why, to be sure, a tale of scandal is as fatal to the credit of a prudent lady of her stamp as a fever is generally to those of the strongest constitutions. But there is a sort of puny sickly reputation, that is always ailing, yet will outlive the robuster characters of a hundred prudes. Sir Ben. True, madam, there are valetudinarians in reputation as well as constitution, who, being conscious of their weak part, avoid the least breath of air...
Page 180 - There new born plays foretaste the town's applause, There dormant patterns pine for future gauze. A moral essay now is all her care, A satire next, and then a bill of fare. A scene she now projects, and now a dish, Here Act the first, and here
Page 13 - All the while Sumner and I saw in him vestiges of a superior intellect. His eye, his countenance, his general manner, were striking. His answers to any common question were prompt and acute. We knew the esteem, and even admiration, which, somehow or other, all his school-fellows felt for him. He was mischievous enough, but his pranks were accompanied by a sort of vivacity and cheerfulness, which delighted Sumner and myself.
Page 141 - The paragraphs, you say, Mr. Snake, were all inserted? Snake. They were, madam; and, as I copied them myself in a feigned hand, there can be no suspicion whence they came. Lady Sneer. Did you circulate the report of Lady Brittle's intrigue with Captain Boastall?
Page 218 - He had also begun another Epilogue, directed against female gamesters, of which he himself repeated a couplet or two to Mr. Rogers a short time before his death, and of which there remain some few scattered traces among his papers : — " A night of fretful passion may consume, All that thou hast of beauty's gentle bloom, And one distemper/d hour of sordid fear Print on thy brow the wrinkles of a year.
Page 40 - Ask'st thou how long my love will stay, When all that's new is past; — How long, ah Delia, can I say How long my life will last? Dry be that tear, be hush'd that sigh, At least I'll love thee till I die.

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