The Polyanthos, Volume 4J. T. Buckingham, 1807 |
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... Scene from THE SAILOR'S DAUGHTER , a comedy by Richard Cumberland . be . Hartshorn and Mrs. Hartshorn . . Harts . All this is well ; all this is as it should Didn't I tell Lindsay we were the happi- est couple in creation ? and behold ...
... Scene from THE SAILOR'S DAUGHTER , a comedy by Richard Cumberland . be . Hartshorn and Mrs. Hartshorn . . Harts . All this is well ; all this is as it should Didn't I tell Lindsay we were the happi- est couple in creation ? and behold ...
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... scenes he was eminently pathetick . He who could not be pleased with it , may boast of Stoicism , but can never " bring his heart into repute " for sensibility . Mr. Fox in Charles Ratcliffe , though not perfect , was not destitute of ...
... scenes he was eminently pathetick . He who could not be pleased with it , may boast of Stoicism , but can never " bring his heart into repute " for sensibility . Mr. Fox in Charles Ratcliffe , though not perfect , was not destitute of ...
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... scene and incident , throughout a dramatick piece , contribute to produce one effect , it must be very strange if that effect should be feeble , Should an audience be made to laugh and cry , at various passages of the same piece , this ...
... scene and incident , throughout a dramatick piece , contribute to produce one effect , it must be very strange if that effect should be feeble , Should an audience be made to laugh and cry , at various passages of the same piece , this ...
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... scene of the play , in which she far exceeded any Lady Townly we have before seen . Mr. Dickenson made a pretty good Sir Francis , though he once or twice forgot his Yorkshire dia- lect . We were pleased with Mr. Bernard's John Moody ...
... scene of the play , in which she far exceeded any Lady Townly we have before seen . Mr. Dickenson made a pretty good Sir Francis , though he once or twice forgot his Yorkshire dia- lect . We were pleased with Mr. Bernard's John Moody ...
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... scenes would not be heightened ? Mrs. Darley , in the Little Trembler , excited the sympathy of every spectator . In all but the strong and vehement scenes , she was impressive , and in the highest degree interesting . [ Theatrical ...
... scenes would not be heightened ? Mrs. Darley , in the Little Trembler , excited the sympathy of every spectator . In all but the strong and vehement scenes , she was impressive , and in the highest degree interesting . [ Theatrical ...
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