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Página 24 - Ellen Terry is an enigma. Her eyes are pale, her nose rather long, her mouth nothing particular, complexion a delicate brick-dust, her hair rather like tow. Yet, somehow, she is beautiful. Her expression kills any pretty face you see beside her. Her figure is lean and bony, her hand masculine in size and form. Yet she is a pattern of fawn-like grace. Whether in movement or repose, grace pervades the hussy.
Página 32 - ... her hair rather like tow. Yet somehow she is beautiful. Her expression kills any pretty face you see beside her. Her figure is lean and bony, her hand masculine in size and form. Yet she is a pattern of fawn-like grace. Whether in movement or repose, grace pervades the hussy. In character impulsive, intelligent, weak, hysterical — in short all that is abominable and charming in woman.
Página 48 - IN the lone tent, waiting for victory, She stands with eyes marred by the mists of pain, Like some wan lily overdrenched with rain : The clamorous clang of arms, the ensanguined sky, War's ruin, and the wreck of chivalry To her proud soul no common fear can bring: Bravely she tarrieth for her Lord the King, Her soul a-flame with passionate ecstasy. O Hair of Gold ! O Crimson...
Página 19 - Terry, in the representation of the most juvenile characters ; and now she is matured into one of the happiest specimens of what the French call the ingenue that have been seen on any stage.
Página 66 - There is a tide in the affairs of men, which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune . . . On such a full sea are we now afloat, and we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.
Página 30 - ... the case. I think it is Talma, one of the ' greatest of French actors, who strongly insists on the necessity to the player of long spells of rest and abstinence from the practice of the craft. Perpetual indulgence in the excitement of impersonation, he tells us, dulls the sympathy and impairs the imaginative faculty of the comedian.
Página v - STARS OF THE STAGE A SERIES OF ILLUSTRATED BIOGRAPHIES OF THE LEADING ACTORS, ACTRESSES, AND DRAMATISTS. Edited by JT GREIN Price 2s. 6d. each net %* It was Schiller who said: " Twine no -wreath for the actor, since his work is oral and ephemeral." " Stars of the Stage " may in some degree remove this reproach. There are hundreds of thousands of playgoers, and both editor and publisher think it reasonable to assume that a considerable number of these •would like to know something about actors,...
Página 5 - Terry, who had just reached her eighth birthday, among them. She was chosen, it is instructive to remember, because she spoke better than the others. Mr. Terry's lessons in elocution had not been thrown away.
Página 50 - I played that scene. It was the Casket Scene over again. The unkind Blackwood article also blamed me for showing too plainly that Portia loves Bassanio before he has actually won her. This seemed to me unjust, if only because Shakespeare makes Portia say before Bassanio chooses the right casket: "One half of me is yours — the other half yours — 'All yours!