Copeland's Treasury for Booklovers: A Panorama of English and American Poetry and Prose from the Earliest Times to the Present, Volume 1 |
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Page 121
Your hands , come . Ham . Do they hold the same estima- purtenance of welcome is fashion and tion they did when I was in the city ? ceremony . Let me comply with you in Are they so follow'd ? the garb , lest my extent to the players ...
Your hands , come . Ham . Do they hold the same estima- purtenance of welcome is fashion and tion they did when I was in the city ? ceremony . Let me comply with you in Are they so follow'd ? the garb , lest my extent to the players ...
Page 207
The jolly god in triumph comes ; Sound the trumpets , beat the drums ; Flush'd with a purple grace He shows his honest face : Now give the hautboys breath ; he comes , he comes . Bacchus , ever fair and young , Drinking joys did first ...
The jolly god in triumph comes ; Sound the trumpets , beat the drums ; Flush'd with a purple grace He shows his honest face : Now give the hautboys breath ; he comes , he comes . Bacchus , ever fair and young , Drinking joys did first ...
Page 325
Egad , the business comes on quick here . Puff . Yes , sir - now she comes in stark mad in white satin . Sneer . Why in white satin ? Puff . O Lord , sir — when a heroine goes mad , she always goes into white satin .
Egad , the business comes on quick here . Puff . Yes , sir - now she comes in stark mad in white satin . Sneer . Why in white satin ? Puff . O Lord , sir — when a heroine goes mad , she always goes into white satin .
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