Good Selections, in Prose and Poetry, for Use in Schools and Academies, Home and Church Sociables ...The author, 1885 - 159 páginas |
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Página 92
... Pyramus . BOT . What is Pyramus ? a lover , or a tyrant ? QUIN . A lover , that kills himself most gallantly for love . BOT . That will ask some tears in the true performing of it if I do it , let the audience look to their eyes ; I ...
... Pyramus . BOT . What is Pyramus ? a lover , or a tyrant ? QUIN . A lover , that kills himself most gallantly for love . BOT . That will ask some tears in the true performing of it if I do it , let the audience look to their eyes ; I ...
Página 93
... Pyramus must love . FLU . Nay , faith , let me not play a woman ; I have a beard coming . QUIN . That's all one ... Pyramus , my lover dear ; thy Thisbe dear ! and lady dear ! " QUIN . No , no ; you must play Pyramus , and Flute , you ...
... Pyramus must love . FLU . Nay , faith , let me not play a woman ; I have a beard coming . QUIN . That's all one ... Pyramus , my lover dear ; thy Thisbe dear ! and lady dear ! " QUIN . No , no ; you must play Pyramus , and Flute , you ...
Página 94
... Pyramus ; for Pyra mus is a sweet - faced man-- a proper man , as one shall see in a summer's day - a most lovely , gentleman - like man ; therefore , you must needs play Pyramus . Now , masters , here are your parts : and I am to ...
... Pyramus ; for Pyra mus is a sweet - faced man-- a proper man , as one shall see in a summer's day - a most lovely , gentleman - like man ; therefore , you must needs play Pyramus . Now , masters , here are your parts : and I am to ...
Página 102
... Pyramus is not killed indeed , and , for the more better assurance . tell them that I , Pyramus , am not Pyramus . but Bottom the weaver ! This will put them out of fear . QUIN . Well , we will have such a prologue . SNOUT . Will not ...
... Pyramus is not killed indeed , and , for the more better assurance . tell them that I , Pyramus , am not Pyramus . but Bottom the weaver ! This will put them out of fear . QUIN . Well , we will have such a prologue . SNOUT . Will not ...
Página 103
... Pyramus and Thisbe whisper . QUIN . If that may be , then all is well . Come , sit down , every mother's son , and rehearse your parts . Pyramus , you begin ; when you have spoken your speech , enter into that brake ; and so every one ...
... Pyramus and Thisbe whisper . QUIN . If that may be , then all is well . Come , sit down , every mother's son , and rehearse your parts . Pyramus , you begin ; when you have spoken your speech , enter into that brake ; and so every one ...
Términos y frases comunes
Alice the nurse Bardell bells Biddy Bingen bird bless Bob Cratchit brave bright chamber Charco child Christmas cold coward cried darkness dead dear door dream eyes face father fear feet fire Flag of Washington forest gentlemen grave Gretchen guilders hand happy head hear heard heart heathen Chinee heaven Hiawatha honor Lady Clare land laughed Lenore light look Martha MAUD MULLER Mayor merry mighty Minnehaha morning mother never Nevermore night o'er Osseo Peter Quince Piper play POINS poor Pyramus Pyramus and Thisbe QUIN Quoth the raven raven Rhine Ring roar Robin Starveling rose round Scrooge Scrooge's SHAMUS shine shout smiling SNOUT snow soul speak stars stood street sweet tell thee thing Thisbe thou thought Tiny Tiny Tim Twas voice wigwam wild word young Cratchits
Pasajes populares
Página 126 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore : Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore ! " Quoth the Raven,
Página 97 - For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone They are neither man nor woman They are neither brute nor human They are Ghouls: And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A paean from the bells!
Página 129 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend ! " I shrieked, upstarting. " Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven,
Página 95 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells! How it dwells On the Future! - how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
Página 27 - If the British march By land or sea from the town tonight, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light,— One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.
Página 126 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not...
Página 66 - And shook it forth with a royal will. ' Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,
Página 111 - 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.
Página 26 - Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town tonight, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light,— One, if by land, and two, if by sea...
Página 67 - Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, but spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, over the face of the leader came ; the nobler nature within him stirred to life at that woman's deed and word. "Who touches a hair of yon gray head dies like a dog ! March on !