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 páginas |
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... Duke's Kinsman . [ The story of this play is briefly told . Leonardo Gonzago , Duke of Mantua , has wedded a maiden of great beauty and many accomplish- ments . Being suddenly called from his capital , he leaves his wife as regent in ...
... Duke's Kinsman . [ The story of this play is briefly told . Leonardo Gonzago , Duke of Mantua , has wedded a maiden of great beauty and many accomplish- ments . Being suddenly called from his capital , he leaves his wife as regent in ...
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... Duke's excessive love for his wife . He manages to get St. Pierre into a debauch ; and , while he is senseless , has him placed upon Mariana's bed . Ferrardo so contrives it , that Antonio and others observe St. Pierre leaving the room ...
... Duke's excessive love for his wife . He manages to get St. Pierre into a debauch ; and , while he is senseless , has him placed upon Mariana's bed . Ferrardo so contrives it , that Antonio and others observe St. Pierre leaving the room ...
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... duke of Mantua . You're a changed woman . MAR . No , i ' faith , the same ! My skin is not of other texture - This , My hand , is just the hand I knew before ! If my glass tells the truth , the face and form I have to - day , I had to ...
... duke of Mantua . You're a changed woman . MAR . No , i ' faith , the same ! My skin is not of other texture - This , My hand , is just the hand I knew before ! If my glass tells the truth , the face and form I have to - day , I had to ...
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... Duke's Jester , FIORDELISA , Daughter of Bertuccio . [ The motive of this fine drama is derived from the determination of Bertuccio to avenge himself upon the proud noble who had ruined his domestic happiness , tarnished his family ...
... Duke's Jester , FIORDELISA , Daughter of Bertuccio . [ The motive of this fine drama is derived from the determination of Bertuccio to avenge himself upon the proud noble who had ruined his domestic happiness , tarnished his family ...
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... Duke of Clarence , BRACKENBURY , Lieutenant of the Tower . [ The plot of this play is mainly used as a means of developing the strides by which Gloster , afterwards Richard III . , reached the throne - by the most heartless acts and ...
... Duke of Clarence , BRACKENBURY , Lieutenant of the Tower . [ The plot of this play is mainly used as a means of developing the strides by which Gloster , afterwards Richard III . , reached the throne - by the most heartless acts 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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Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.