Memoirs of Miss O'Neill: Containing Her Public Character, Private Life, and Dramatic Progress, from Her Entrance Upon the Stage;...D. Cox, 1816 - 100 страници |
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... expressing that one word banished , is an electric shock which thrills every vein . The tenderness also displayed in the parting scene , is equally fine , and the sweet anxiety she gives to the words , " 0 thinkest thou we shall ever ...
... expressing that one word banished , is an electric shock which thrills every vein . The tenderness also displayed in the parting scene , is equally fine , and the sweet anxiety she gives to the words , " 0 thinkest thou we shall ever ...
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... expression as she assists him , while he becomes gradually affected by the operation of the baneful drug on his frame , and the increasing support she endeavours to lend him , till he sinks at last a life- less corpse , are finely wound ...
... expression as she assists him , while he becomes gradually affected by the operation of the baneful drug on his frame , and the increasing support she endeavours to lend him , till he sinks at last a life- less corpse , are finely wound ...
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... no less admirable , when to the Friar's attempts at consolation she replies , " Patience ! Talk'st thou of patience to a wretch like me ? " The desponding and indignant expression of her countenance is sufficient 22 MEMOIRS OF.
... no less admirable , when to the Friar's attempts at consolation she replies , " Patience ! Talk'st thou of patience to a wretch like me ? " The desponding and indignant expression of her countenance is sufficient 22 MEMOIRS OF.
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... expression of her countenance is sufficient without the words . Her resolution being wrought up to the highest pitch , she exclaims , " Come thou not near me ; Or this dagger shall quit my Romeo's death . " Her wild attachment to the ...
... expression of her countenance is sufficient without the words . Her resolution being wrought up to the highest pitch , she exclaims , " Come thou not near me ; Or this dagger shall quit my Romeo's death . " Her wild attachment to the ...
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... expression of " " Tis hard to part , " is given with inconceivable pathos and interest . Her doubts and wish to believe Jaffier sincere , " Sure no falsehood ever look'd so fairly , " is uttered with a mixed feeling of doubt and grief ...
... expression of " " Tis hard to part , " is given with inconceivable pathos and interest . Her doubts and wish to believe Jaffier sincere , " Sure no falsehood ever look'd so fairly , " is uttered with a mixed feeling of doubt and grief ...
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Страница 14 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face ; Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke. But farewell compliment ! Dost thou love me ? I know thou wilt say — Ay; And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'sV Thou mayst prove false ; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Страница 19 - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Страница 86 - Claudio; and I quake, Lest thou a feverous life shouldst entertain, And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Страница 85 - Because authority, though it err like others, Hath yet a kind of medicine in itself, That skins the vice o' the top. Go to your bosom ; Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know That's like my brother's fault: if it confess A natural guiltiness such as is his, Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue 140 Against my brother's life.
Страница 14 - O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear: Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
Страница 15 - O gentle Romeo ! If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond; And therefore thou mayst think my 'haviour light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
Страница 20 - O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.
Страница 79 - Had nipp'd; and with a careful loving hand, Transplanted her into your own fair garden, Where the sun always shines.
Страница 60 - Name him no more: He was the bane and ruin of my peace. This anguish and these tears, these are the legacies His fatal love has left me. Thou wilt see me, Believe me, my Alicia, thou wilt see me, Ere yet a few short days pass o'er my head, Abandon'd to the very utmost wretchedness.
Страница 27 - For charitable succour ; wilt thou then, When in a bed of straw we shrink together, And the bleak winds shall whistle round our heads; Wilt thou then talk thus to me ? Wilt thou then Hush my cares thus, and shelter me with love ? Eel.