The Speaker, Volume 2Pearson Brothers, 1907 - Readers and speakers |
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Page 129
... Roxane . Roxane - his cousin , in love with Christian . Christian - also in love with Roxane . De Guiche - also in love with Roxane . Capuchin Monk . SITUATION . Cyrano , poet , soldier and philosopher , is afflicted with an enormous ...
... Roxane . Roxane - his cousin , in love with Christian . Christian - also in love with Roxane . De Guiche - also in love with Roxane . Capuchin Monk . SITUATION . Cyrano , poet , soldier and philosopher , is afflicted with an enormous ...
Page 130
... ROXANE . You are here . ( She goes to him . ) Evening is closing round . Wait . They have all gone . · • The air is ... ROXANE ( closing her eyes ) . CHRISTIAN . I love you . Yes . Talk to me of love . ROXANE . Yes . That is the theme ...
... ROXANE . You are here . ( She goes to him . ) Evening is closing round . Wait . They have all gone . · • The air is ... ROXANE ( closing her eyes ) . CHRISTIAN . I love you . Yes . Talk to me of love . ROXANE . Yes . That is the theme ...
Page 131
ROXANE ( drily ) . And I am displeased at it , as I should be displeased at your no longer being handsome . CHRISTIAN . But ... ROXANE . Go , and rally your routed eloquence . CHRISTIAN . I. ROXANE . You love me . I have heard it . Good ...
ROXANE ( drily ) . And I am displeased at it , as I should be displeased at your no longer being handsome . CHRISTIAN . But ... ROXANE . Go , and rally your routed eloquence . CHRISTIAN . I. ROXANE . You love me . I have heard it . Good ...
Page 132
... ROXANE . No. you do not love any more . You CHRISTIAN ( whom Cyrano is prompting ) . You accuse me ... just Heaven , of loving you no more I can love you no more . when ROXANE ( who was about to close her window , stopping ) . Ah , that ...
... ROXANE . No. you do not love any more . You CHRISTIAN ( whom Cyrano is prompting ) . You accuse me ... just Heaven , of loving you no more I can love you no more . when ROXANE ( who was about to close her window , stopping ) . Ah , that ...
Page 133
... ROXANE ( with the motion of leaving ) . I will come down . CYRANO ( quickly ) . Do not . ROXANE ( pointing at the bench at the foot of the balcony ) . Then do you get up on that seat . . . CYRANO ( drawing away in terror ) . No. ROXANE ...
... ROXANE ( with the motion of leaving ) . I will come down . CYRANO ( quickly ) . Do not . ROXANE ( pointing at the bench at the foot of the balcony ) . Then do you get up on that seat . . . CYRANO ( drawing away in terror ) . No. ROXANE ...
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Ardelia ARMGART BABBIE BERTRAND BONAVENTURE breath CARTER chair Charles Stuart chil'run child CHRISTIAN church College contest COUNT CYRANO dead dear debate DEMETRIUS DOCTOR Doone door Edmond Rostand ELISABETTA Emmy Lou eyes face fear feel FILIPPO GAVIN GIOVANNA girl give gone GRAF GUICHE hand Hattie hear heard heart HELENA HERMIA husband Inheritance tax J. M. Barrie John kiss knew LADY MICKLEHAM laughing live look Lord Lorna Lorna Doone Lysander MARION MELISSINDE MISS FOSTER MISS OPHELIA MISS PETERS mother Nancy NANNY never night OBERON Philammon PUCK R. D. Blackmore ROMOLA ROXANE Sally Ann Santo Domingo Sidonie smile SORISMONDE soul speak stand stop sweet TARBOX tears tell thee thing thou thought Titania TITO to-day TOPSY turned voice WALPURGA WIFE window WINSTON woman word
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Page 328 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Page 384 - Diamonds on the brake are gleaming, And foresters have busy been To track the buck in thicket green ; Now we come to chant our lay "Waken, lords and ladies gay." Waken, lords and ladies gay, To the greenwood haste away ; We can show you where he lies, Fleet of foot and tall of size ; We can show the marks he made When 'gainst the oak his antlers frayed; You shall see him brought to bay;
Page 157 - tis a passing shame, That I, unworthy body as I am, Should censure thus on lovely gentlemen.
Page 39 - The wisest among my race understand that the agitation of questions of social equality is the extremest folly, and that progress in the enjoyment of all the privileges that will come to us must be the result of severe and constant struggle rather than of artificial forcing.
Page 330 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Page 239 - I shall send my children's children to reverence him who ennobled their name with his heroic blood. But sir, speaking from the shadow of that memory which I honor as I do nothing else on earth, I say that the cause in which he suffered and for which he gave his life was adjudged by higher and fuller wisdom than his or mine, and I am glad that the omniscient God held the balance of battle in his almighty hand and that human slavery was swept forever from American soil — the American Union saved...
Page 152 - Now, what I want is, Facts. Teach these boys and girls nothing but Facts. Facts alone are wanted in life. Plant nothing else, and root out everything else. You can only form the minds of reasoning animals upon Facts: nothing else will ever be of any service to them. This is the principle on which I bring up my own children, and this is the principle on which I bring up these children. Stick to Facts, sir!
Page 332 - I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Page 5 - FLY, envious Time, till thou run out thy race, Call on the lazy, leaden-stepping hours, Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace, And glut thyself with what thy womb devours, Which is no more than what is false and vain, And merely mortal dross; So little is our loss, So little is thy gain.
Page 380 - From the Desert I come to thee, On a stallion shod with fire; And the winds are left behind In the speed of my desire. Under thy window I stand, And the midnight hears my cry : I love thee, I love but thee ! With a love that shall not die Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold...