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 pagina's |
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Pagina 27
... hast my blessing . MAR . Ere I break my fast To - morrow , father , I'll confess to thee , And thou shalt know how little or how much I merit what thou giv'st me ! so good night ! ANT . Good night , fair daughter . Benedicite ! [ Exeunt ...
... hast my blessing . MAR . Ere I break my fast To - morrow , father , I'll confess to thee , And thou shalt know how little or how much I merit what thou giv'st me ! so good night ! ANT . Good night , fair daughter . Benedicite ! [ Exeunt ...
Pagina 33
... hast all seasons for thine own , O Death ! Day is for mortal care , Eve for glad meetings round the joyous hearth , Night for the dreams of sleep , the voice of prayer , But all for thee , thou mightiest of the earth . The banquet hath ...
... hast all seasons for thine own , O Death ! Day is for mortal care , Eve for glad meetings round the joyous hearth , Night for the dreams of sleep , the voice of prayer , But all for thee , thou mightiest of the earth . The banquet hath ...
Pagina 34
... hast all seasons for thine own , O Death ! CATO'S SOLILOQUY . From ADDISON's Tragedy of " CATO . " [ ADDISON has founded this great play upon the historical facts of the incorruptible Cato refusing all the blandishments of wealth and ...
... hast all seasons for thine own , O Death ! CATO'S SOLILOQUY . From ADDISON's Tragedy of " CATO . " [ ADDISON has founded this great play upon the historical facts of the incorruptible Cato refusing all the blandishments of wealth and ...
Pagina 49
... hast heard me speak to - night . Fain would I dwell on form , fain , fain deny What I have spoke ; but farewell compliment ! Dost love me ? I know thou wilt say - Ay ; And I will take thy word ; yet , if thou swear'st Thou mayst prove ...
... hast heard me speak to - night . Fain would I dwell on form , fain , fain deny What I have spoke ; but farewell compliment ! Dost love me ? I know thou wilt say - Ay ; And I will take thy word ; yet , if thou swear'st Thou mayst prove ...
Pagina 54
... hast wrought , The time shall come , nor long remote , when thou Shalt feel far more than thou inflictest now ; Feel for thy vile self - loving self in vain , And turn thee howling in unpitied pain . May the strong curse of crush'd ...
... hast wrought , The time shall come , nor long remote , when thou Shalt feel far more than thou inflictest now ; Feel for thy vile self - loving self in vain , And turn thee howling in unpitied pain . May the strong curse of crush'd ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
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
Populaire passages
Pagina 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!
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.