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 |
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... fire , that thou hast spread ! Then , when thou fain wouldst weary heaven with prayer , Look on thine earthly victims and despair ! Down to the dust ! -and , as thou rott'st away , Even worms shall perish on thy poisonous clay . But for ...
... fire , that thou hast spread ! Then , when thou fain wouldst weary heaven with prayer , Look on thine earthly victims and despair ! Down to the dust ! -and , as thou rott'st away , Even worms shall perish on thy poisonous clay . But for ...
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... down the lane , Then crossing the field to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road , And only pausing to fire and load , YIELDING TO TEMPTATION . From LILLO's tragedy of FATAL CURIOSITY 60 THE PERFECT ORATOR .
... down the lane , Then crossing the field to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road , And only pausing to fire and load , YIELDING TO TEMPTATION . From LILLO's tragedy of FATAL CURIOSITY 60 THE PERFECT ORATOR .
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... fire ! -thou faithful friend ! Yes , with more gentle speech I'll soothe his pride ; Regain my freedom ; reach my father's tents ; There paint my countless woes . His kinding rage Shall wake the valleys into honest vengeance ; The ...
... fire ! -thou faithful friend ! Yes , with more gentle speech I'll soothe his pride ; Regain my freedom ; reach my father's tents ; There paint my countless woes . His kinding rage Shall wake the valleys into honest vengeance ; The ...
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... fire , flood , and earth , The vassals of his will ? Yet mourn I not thy parted sway , Thou dim discrowned king of day ; For all those trophied arts And triumphs that beneath thee sprang , Healed not a passion or a pang Entailed on ...
... fire , flood , and earth , The vassals of his will ? Yet mourn I not thy parted sway , Thou dim discrowned king of day ; For all those trophied arts And triumphs that beneath thee sprang , Healed not a passion or a pang Entailed on ...
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... fire ; Test of all sunless agonies , Behold not me expire . My lips that speak thy dirge of death- Their rounded gasp and gurgling breath To see thou shalt not boast . The eclipse of Nature spreads my pall , The majesty of Darkness ...
... fire ; Test of all sunless agonies , Behold not me expire . My lips that speak thy dirge of death- Their rounded gasp and gurgling breath To see thou shalt not boast . The eclipse of Nature spreads my pall , The majesty of Darkness ...
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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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Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.