Sixty-eight pounders to demolish huts of cocoanut boughs, and Congreve
rockets to set on fire a few canoe sheds!
The Baskerville Congreve
," said Rodney, offering it to his guest.
To the next generation and the end of the period (or rather of the Restoration literature, which actually lasted somewhat beyond 1700), belong William Congreve
, a master of sparkling wit, Sir John Vanbrugh, and George Farquhar.
1732: The original Covent Garden Opera House opened with Way Of The World, by William Congreve
I have little doubt Congreve
would have been astonished to see the admirable Selina Cadell, who has given a huge comedic blast to a fine play, resulting in a wonderful evening's theatre.
His client was John Congreve
of Waterford whose father, the first Ambrose Congreve
, played a prominent part in the development of the city until his early death in 1741.
Welsh Indoor Bowls Association National Championships Pairs: I Slade & R Weale (Islwyn) bt J Breen & P Taylor (Rhondda) 17-14 Triples: J Mower, C Klefenz, S Harris (Blaenau Gwent) bt J Roberts, C Court, M Jackson (Heatherton) 17-16 Fours: T Jones, K Crocker, C Williams, L Bouse (Islwyn) bt P Keating, L Davies, R Owen, P Carpenter (Cynon Valley) 21-12 Over 60 Singles: K Woolmore (Ffrith) bt P Jones (Llanelli) 21-15 Over 60 Pairs: D Mogford & G Congreve
(Blaenau Gwent) bt R Vaughan & J Hunt (Ffrith) 25-10 Over 50 Triple: B Smith, J Davidge, R Jones (Torfaen) bt K Woolmore, K Jones, G Bear (Ffrith) 19-10
1732: The original Covent Garden Opera |House opened with Way Of The World, by William Congreve
The graphic first-hand account of troops from opposing sides sharing cigars and playing football as the First World War continued to rage nearby was written by General Sir Walter Congreve
He remembered with affection the beautifully tiled pub, the Woodman, in Suffolk Street and the Black Horse, in Congreve
While many attribute the quote to William Shakespeare, it actually comes from a play called the The Mourning Bride (1697) by William Congreve
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, goes the figurative line in a classical English play by William Congreve