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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... fear exists only on the stage . The account of Tybalt's death , and Romeo's banishment , presents a picture of high- finished acting , if equalled , never exceeded . Her extreme grief at the supposition of her loyer's death - her after ...
... fear exists only on the stage . The account of Tybalt's death , and Romeo's banishment , presents a picture of high- finished acting , if equalled , never exceeded . Her extreme grief at the supposition of her loyer's death - her after ...
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... fear thrills through my veins , That almost freezes up the heat of life : I'll call them back again to comfort me . Nurse ! What should she do here ? My dismal scene I needs must act alone.— Come , phial.- [ Takes out the phial . What ...
... fear thrills through my veins , That almost freezes up the heat of life : I'll call them back again to comfort me . Nurse ! What should she do here ? My dismal scene I needs must act alone.— Come , phial.- [ Takes out the phial . What ...
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... fears , And madly play with my forefathers ' joints ? And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud ? And in this rage , with some great kinsman's bone , As with a club , dash out my desperate brains ? — O , look ! methinks , I see my ...
... fears , And madly play with my forefathers ' joints ? And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud ? And in this rage , with some great kinsman's bone , As with a club , dash out my desperate brains ? — O , look ! methinks , I see my ...
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... fears : Conjur'd the sense of honour and of love , Into such shapes , they fright me from myself ! " She turns her face often , as it were averted from it by the recollection of what she had done . The disordered and distracted feeling ...
... fears : Conjur'd the sense of honour and of love , Into such shapes , they fright me from myself ! " She turns her face often , as it were averted from it by the recollection of what she had done . The disordered and distracted feeling ...
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... fear , And he will prove benevolent to man . The gen'rous heart does more : will dare to all That honour prompts.- How dost thou dare to mur- der ? Respect the gods , and know no other fear . " Her after gratitude , on his consenting to ...
... fear , And he will prove benevolent to man . The gen'rous heart does more : will dare to all That honour prompts.- How dost thou dare to mur- der ? Respect the gods , and know no other fear . " Her after gratitude , on his consenting to ...
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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.