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 |
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... Night to Marmion . " . The Glove and the Lion Our Country's Call .. To My Mother Footsteps of Angels ....... The Vulture of the Alps .. Love of Country ..... The Dream of Clarence . The Combat . Hagar in the Wilderness . Pescara's Dream ...
... Night to Marmion . " . The Glove and the Lion Our Country's Call .. To My Mother Footsteps of Angels ....... The Vulture of the Alps .. Love of Country ..... The Dream of Clarence . The Combat . Hagar in the Wilderness . Pescara's Dream ...
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... night : - Springing in valleys green and low , And on the mountains high , And in the silent wilderness Where no man passes by ? Our outward life requires them not- Then wherefore had they birth ? — To minister delight to man , To ...
... night : - Springing in valleys green and low , And on the mountains high , And in the silent wilderness Where no man passes by ? Our outward life requires them not- Then wherefore had they birth ? — To minister delight to man , To ...
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... night , Received thee to the arms of Belvidera , The scene of all thy joys , was violated By the coarse hands of filthy dungeon villains , And thrown amongst the common lumber . JAF . Now , thank heaven- PIERRE . Thank heaven ! for what ...
... night , Received thee to the arms of Belvidera , The scene of all thy joys , was violated By the coarse hands of filthy dungeon villains , And thrown amongst the common lumber . JAF . Now , thank heaven- PIERRE . Thank heaven ! for what ...
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... night ? PIERRE . I'll tell thee : On the Rialto , every night at twelve . I take my evening's walk of meditation : There we two'll meet , and talk of precious mischief . JAF . Farewell ! PIERRE . At twelve . JAF . At any hour : my ...
... night ? PIERRE . I'll tell thee : On the Rialto , every night at twelve . I take my evening's walk of meditation : There we two'll meet , and talk of precious mischief . JAF . Farewell ! PIERRE . At twelve . JAF . At any hour : my ...
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... night , - The morrow proved it true . " Belshazzar's grave is made , His kingdom pass'd away , He , in the balance weigh'd , Is light and worthless clay , The shroud , his robe of state . His canopy the stone : The Mede is at his gate ...
... night , - The morrow proved it true . " Belshazzar's grave is made , His kingdom pass'd away , He , in the balance weigh'd , Is light and worthless clay , The shroud , his robe of state . His canopy the stone : The Mede is at his gate ...
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Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.