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 sider |
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... fear , Which mar our royal mirth . " Chaldea's seers are good , But here they have no skill ; And the unknown letters stood Untold and awful still . · And Babel's men of age • Are wise and deep in lore ; But now they were not sage ...
... fear , Which mar our royal mirth . " Chaldea's seers are good , But here they have no skill ; And the unknown letters stood Untold and awful still . · And Babel's men of age • Are wise and deep in lore ; But now they were not sage ...
Side 38
... fear To lose thee , as I lost thy mother . FIO . I'll pray for her . Father , BER . Do - and for me ; good night ! I bear for all but thee . Come , sit beside me . With thy pure hand in mine - and tell me still , " I love you , " and ...
... fear To lose thee , as I lost thy mother . FIO . I'll pray for her . Father , BER . Do - and for me ; good night ! I bear for all but thee . Come , sit beside me . With thy pure hand in mine - and tell me still , " I love you , " and ...
Side 62
... fear of that . AGNES . Then we'll live both . O. WIL . Strange folly ! Where's the means ? AGNES . The means are there ; those jewels . O. WIL . Ha ! take heed : Perhaps thou dost but try me ; yet take heed . There's naught so monstrous ...
... fear of that . AGNES . Then we'll live both . O. WIL . Strange folly ! Where's the means ? AGNES . The means are there ; those jewels . O. WIL . Ha ! take heed : Perhaps thou dost but try me ; yet take heed . There's naught so monstrous ...
Side 69
... lust ! To wake domestic peace , And every heart - felt joy ! O , faithful Othman ! Enter OTHMAN , L. Our fears were true : my Selim is no more ! Отн . Has , then , the fatal secret reach'd THE INJURED MOTHER . 69 Brown.
... lust ! To wake domestic peace , And every heart - felt joy ! O , faithful Othman ! Enter OTHMAN , L. Our fears were true : my Selim is no more ! Отн . Has , then , the fatal secret reach'd THE INJURED MOTHER . 69 Brown.
Side 70
... fear'd . Oppose not heav'n's high will , Nor struggle with the ten - fold chain of fate , That links thee to thy woes . O , rather yield , And wait the happier hour , when innocence Shall weep no more . Rest in that pleasing hope , And ...
... fear'd . Oppose not heav'n's high will , Nor struggle with the ten - fold chain of fate , That links thee to thy woes . O , rather yield , And wait the happier hour , when innocence Shall weep no more . Rest in that pleasing hope , And ...
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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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Side 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!
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.