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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... to ac- tuate young minds fond of dramatic representations , to the profession of the stage , contrary , perhaps , to the wishes and prudent advice of his friends ; a profession he has continued to pursue , with all that B 2 Memoirs ...
... to ac- tuate young minds fond of dramatic representations , to the profession of the stage , contrary , perhaps , to the wishes and prudent advice of his friends ; a profession he has continued to pursue , with all that B 2 Memoirs ...
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... perhaps may be pro- perly said , in some respects , to have been self- taught , and to owe to the powers of her own supe- rior mind that elegance and cultivated understand- ing , which has fitted her for conceiving and en- tering into ...
... perhaps may be pro- perly said , in some respects , to have been self- taught , and to owe to the powers of her own supe- rior mind that elegance and cultivated understand- ing , which has fitted her for conceiving and en- tering into ...
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... perhaps , that an actor , like a poet , is born not edu- cated . The fine conception that embodies thought , and the exquisite feeling that gives effect to situations and circumstances are certainly the gift of nature . A Shakspeare ...
... perhaps , that an actor , like a poet , is born not edu- cated . The fine conception that embodies thought , and the exquisite feeling that gives effect to situations and circumstances are certainly the gift of nature . A Shakspeare ...
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... catastrophe is inimitable , " Then I'll be brief . - O , happy dagger ! - [ Stabs herself . [ Dies . This is thy sheath ! —there rest , —and let me die . Perhaps there is no character so difficult to personate as MISS O'NEILL . 23.
... catastrophe is inimitable , " Then I'll be brief . - O , happy dagger ! - [ Stabs herself . [ Dies . This is thy sheath ! —there rest , —and let me die . Perhaps there is no character so difficult to personate as MISS O'NEILL . 23.
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... Perhaps there is no character so difficult to personate as the lover , especially in the fe- male . The acting of Miss O'Neill was so su- perior in Juliet , as from the first to electrify the audience . She possest over them , from what ...
... Perhaps there is no character so difficult to personate as the lover , especially in the fe- male . The acting of Miss O'Neill was so su- perior in Juliet , as from the first to electrify the audience . She possest over them , from what ...
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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.