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 37
... sweet . I was a public notary in Cesena ; Our life was humble , but so happy ; thou Wert in thy cradle then , and many a night Thy mother and I sate hand in hand together , Watching thy innocent smiles and building up Long plans of joy ...
... sweet . I was a public notary in Cesena ; Our life was humble , but so happy ; thou Wert in thy cradle then , and many a night Thy mother and I sate hand in hand together , Watching thy innocent smiles and building up Long plans of joy ...
Pagina 38
... sweet ! Thy mother used to smile so once - oh , God ! I cannot bear it . Do not smile - it wakes Memories that tear my heart - strings . Dot look So like thy mother , or I shall go mad ! FIO . Oh , tell me of my mother ! Ber ...
... sweet ! Thy mother used to smile so once - oh , God ! I cannot bear it . Do not smile - it wakes Memories that tear my heart - strings . Dot look So like thy mother , or I shall go mad ! FIO . Oh , tell me of my mother ! Ber ...
Pagina 48
... sweet ; So Romeo would , were he not Romeo call'd , Retain that dear perfection which he owes , Without that title : -Romeo , doff thy name ; And for that name , which is no part of thee , Take all myself . ROM , I take thee at thy word ...
... sweet ; So Romeo would , were he not Romeo call'd , Retain that dear perfection which he owes , Without that title : -Romeo , doff thy name ; And for that name , which is no part of thee , Take all myself . ROM , I take thee at thy word ...
Pagina 49
... sweet , And I am proof against their enmity . JUL . I would not for the world they saw thee here , ROM . I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight ; And , but thou love me , let them find me here : My life was better ended by ...
... sweet , And I am proof against their enmity . JUL . I would not for the world they saw thee here , ROM . I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight ; And , but thou love me , let them find me here : My life was better ended by ...
Pagina 50
... Sweet , good night ! This bud of love , by summer's ripening breath , May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet , Good night , good night ! as sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart , as that within my breast ! ROM . O , wilt thou ...
... Sweet , good night ! This bud of love , by summer's ripening breath , May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet , Good night , good night ! as sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart , as that within my breast ! ROM . O , wilt thou ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
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.