De Witt's Perfect Orator: Comprising a Great Number of Readings, Recitations, Dialogues and Harangues ... Added to which are Very Carefully Composed Prefatory Remarks ... Together with a Number of Useful Suggestions as to the Stage Arrangements, Making the Costumes, Scenery ...Henry Llewellyn Williams R.M. De Witt, 1872 - 180 Seiten |
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... enter PIERRE , L. S. E. PIERRE ( L. C. ) . My friend , good morrow ; How fares the honest partner of my heart ? What , melancholy ! not a word to spare me ! JAF . ( C. ) . I'm thinking , Pierre , how that damned starv- ing quality ...
... enter PIERRE , L. S. E. PIERRE ( L. C. ) . My friend , good morrow ; How fares the honest partner of my heart ? What , melancholy ! not a word to spare me ! JAF . ( C. ) . I'm thinking , Pierre , how that damned starv- ing quality ...
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... Enter the house - forget it not , I pray you- And look awhile upon a picture there ; ' Tis of a lady in her earliest youth , The last of that illustrious family . He who observes it , ere he passes on , Gazes his fill , and comes and ...
... Enter the house - forget it not , I pray you- And look awhile upon a picture there ; ' Tis of a lady in her earliest youth , The last of that illustrious family . He who observes it , ere he passes on , Gazes his fill , and comes and ...
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... Enter in the back ground ANTONIO and FERRARDO . MAR . Switzerland Is a dear country ! Switzerland ! ST . PIER . It is The land of beauty and of grandeur , lady , Where looks the cottage out on a domain The palace cannot boast of . Seas ...
... Enter in the back ground ANTONIO and FERRARDO . MAR . Switzerland Is a dear country ! Switzerland ! ST . PIER . It is The land of beauty and of grandeur , lady , Where looks the cottage out on a domain The palace cannot boast of . Seas ...
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... sounds of joy . * * * FAZIO's House . Enter BIANCA , L._ BIAN . ( C. ) Ah , what a fierce and frantic coil is here , Because the sun must shine on one man less ! I'm sick and weary - my feet drag along . 40 199 THE PERFECT ORATOR .
... sounds of joy . * * * FAZIO's House . Enter BIANCA , L._ BIAN . ( C. ) Ah , what a fierce and frantic coil is here , Because the sun must shine on one man less ! I'm sick and weary - my feet drag along . 40 199 THE PERFECT ORATOR .
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... Enter into a back chamber , L. D. F. After a pause she returns . It will not be , it will not be they woke As though e'en in their sleep they felt my presence , And then they smiled upon me fondly , playfully , And stretch'd their rosy ...
... Enter into a back chamber , L. D. F. After a pause she returns . It will not be , it will not be they woke As though e'en in their sleep they felt my presence , And then they smiled upon me fondly , playfully , And stretch'd their rosy ...
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Antonio arms art thou BAILIE NICOL JARVIE beautiful beneath blessed blood bosom brave breast breath brow BRUTUS CHAPTER choice Comic COLA DI RIENZI dare dark daughter dead dear death Deloraine dost doth dread dream dress DUKE Duke of Mantua earth EUGENE ARAM Exit eyes fair father Fazio fear feel FERRARDO gentle GUS WILLIAMS hand hath hear heard heart heaven HORSE hour Hubert JAMES JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES Juliet king leave LICTORS light lips Lochinvar look lord Malcolm Young Mattie MIRA mother ne'er never night noble o'er Pescara piece PIERRE pray recitation Romeo rose Samian wine scene Shylock slave smile Songs soul speak sweet sword tears tell thee thine thou art Thou hast thought Twas voice wild words wretch young Zaphira
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Seite 134 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot; O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea!
Seite 47 - tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night.
Seite 150 - Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay ; So thou, with sails how swift ! hast reached the shore, ' Where tempests never beat nor billows roar,' * And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchor'd by thy side.
Seite 48 - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name ! What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title.
Seite 94 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ? What mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand...
Seite 91 - And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Seite 96 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Seite 135 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Seite 50 - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Seite 57 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.