Library of the World's Best Literature: A-ZCharles Dudley Warner, Hamilton Wright Mabie, Lucia Isabella Gilbert Runkle, George H. Warner, Edward Cornelius Towne, George Henry Warner R. S. Peale and J. A. Hill, 1897 |
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... King of Norway , - Hakon and Skule . Ibsen in this drama exhibits an unmistakable dramatic power , and his treatment of the psychological contrast involved in the self - sufficiency of the King and the vacillation of the Duke is among ...
... King of Norway , - Hakon and Skule . Ibsen in this drama exhibits an unmistakable dramatic power , and his treatment of the psychological contrast involved in the self - sufficiency of the King and the vacillation of the Duke is among ...
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... Skule ; Jatgeir the Skald , an Icelander ; Paul Flida , a nobleman . ATGEIR [ enters from the back ] -Forgive my coming , lord King . King Skule - You come to my wish , Skald ! J Jatgeir - I overheard some townsfolk at my lodging ...
... Skule ; Jatgeir the Skald , an Icelander ; Paul Flida , a nobleman . ATGEIR [ enters from the back ] -Forgive my coming , lord King . King Skule - You come to my wish , Skald ! J Jatgeir - I overheard some townsfolk at my lodging ...
Side 7848
... King Skule - Only those women- ? Jatgeir And chiefly women who are barren . King Skule - Chiefly the barren ? They love the children of others with all their warmest passion ? Jatgeir - That will oftentimes befall . King Skule - And ...
... King Skule - Only those women- ? Jatgeir And chiefly women who are barren . King Skule - Chiefly the barren ? They love the children of others with all their warmest passion ? Jatgeir - That will oftentimes befall . King Skule - And ...
Side 7849
... King Skule [ slowly ] — That , methinks , were death . Jatgeir ' Tis worse ; ' tis neither day nor night . King Skule [ quickly , as if shaking off his thoughts ] - Where are my weapons ? I will fight and act — not think . What was it ...
... King Skule [ slowly ] — That , methinks , were death . Jatgeir ' Tis worse ; ' tis neither day nor night . King Skule [ quickly , as if shaking off his thoughts ] - Where are my weapons ? I will fight and act — not think . What was it ...
Side 7850
... King Skule - Bid him come hither . [ Goes forward to the table ; presently Jatgeir enters . ] I cannot sleep , Jatgeir : ' tis all my great kingly thoughts that keep me awake ... King Skule -Were my daughter a son , I would 7850 HENRIK IBSEN.
... King Skule - Bid him come hither . [ Goes forward to the table ; presently Jatgeir enters . ] I cannot sleep , Jatgeir : ' tis all my great kingly thoughts that keep me awake ... King Skule -Were my daughter a son , I would 7850 HENRIK IBSEN.
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Side 8360 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright.
Side 8360 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Side 8349 - Shakespeare, must enjoy a part, For though the poet's matter Nature be, His art doth give the fashion, and that he Who casts to write a living line must sweat (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the Muses...
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Side 8244 - All charges of war and all other expenses that shall be incurred for the common defence or general welfare, and allowed by the United States in congress assembled, shall be defrayed out of a common treasury, which shall be supplied by the several states...
Side 8242 - ... interrupt our connection and correspondence. They, too, have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity, and when occasions have been given them by the regular course of their laws, of removing from their councils the disturbers of our harmony, they have by their free election, re-established them in power. At this very time, too, they...
Side 8291 - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride? How just his hopes, let Swedish Charles decide; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire...
Side 8012 - He assisted the farmers occasionally in the lighter labors of their farms, helped to make hay, mended the fences, took the horses to water, drove the cows from pasture, and cut wood for the winter fire. He laid aside, too, all the dominant dignity and absolute sway with which he lorded it in his little empire, the school, and became wonderfully gentle and ingratiating.
Side 8359 - WEEP with me, all you that read This little story; And know, for whom a tear you shed Death's self is sorry. 'Twas a child that so did thrive In grace and feature As Heaven and Nature seemed to strive Which owned the creature.
Side 8291 - Where then shall Hope and Fear their objects find? Must dull suspense corrupt the stagnant mind? Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate, Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate?