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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... Seemed lit with ghastly flame- Ten thousand thousand dreadful eyes Were looking down in blame : I took the dead man by the hand , And called upon his name ! Oh , how it made me quake to see Such sense within the slain ! But when I ...
... Seemed lit with ghastly flame- Ten thousand thousand dreadful eyes Were looking down in blame : I took the dead man by the hand , And called upon his name ! Oh , how it made me quake to see Such sense within the slain ! But when I ...
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... seemed to have heard it for the first time in my life . His enunciation was so deliberate that his voice trembled in unison . His peculiar phrases had that force of descrip- tion , that the original scene appeared to be , at that moment ...
... seemed to have heard it for the first time in my life . His enunciation was so deliberate that his voice trembled in unison . His peculiar phrases had that force of descrip- tion , that the original scene appeared to be , at that moment ...
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... seemed the same ; She thought , " the Count , my lover , is brave as brave can be , He surely would do wondrous things to show his love for me ; King , ladies , lovers , all look on ; the occasion is divine ; I'll drop my glove , to ...
... seemed the same ; She thought , " the Count , my lover , is brave as brave can be , He surely would do wondrous things to show his love for me ; King , ladies , lovers , all look on ; the occasion is divine ; I'll drop my glove , to ...
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... seemed.` " The vulture flapped his sail - like wings , though heavily he flew , A mote upon the sun's broad face he seemed unto my view : But once I thought I saw him stoop , as if he would alight ; " T was only a delusive thought , for ...
... seemed.` " The vulture flapped his sail - like wings , though heavily he flew , A mote upon the sun's broad face he seemed unto my view : But once I thought I saw him stoop , as if he would alight ; " T was only a delusive thought , for ...
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... seemed as if their mother Earth Had swallowed up her warlike birth . The wind's last breath had tossed in air Pennon , and plaid , and plumage fair , The next but swept a lone hill - side , Where heath and fern were waving wide ; The ...
... seemed as if their mother Earth Had swallowed up her warlike birth . The wind's last breath had tossed in air Pennon , and plaid , and plumage fair , The next but swept a lone hill - side , Where heath and fern were waving wide ; The ...
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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.