The Dramatic Works of James Sheridan Knowles: The wife: a tale of Mantua. The beggar of Benthnal Green. The daughter. The love-chase. Woman's wit; or, Love's disguisesE. Moxon, 1841 - English drama |
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Page 241 - What delight To back the flying steed, that challenges The wind for speed ! — seems native more of air Than earth ! — whose burden only lends him fire ! — Whose soul, in his task, turns labour into sport ! Who makes your pastime his ! I sit him now ! He takes away my breath ! — He makes me reel ! I touch not earth — I see not — hear not — All Is ecstasy of motion ! Wild.
Page 47 - It is The land of beauty, and of grandeur, lady, Where looks the cottage out on a domain The palace cannot boast of. Seas of lakes, And hills of forests ! crystal waves that rise 'Midst mountains all of snow, and mock the sun, Returning him his flaming beams more thick And radiant than he sent them. — Torrents there Are bounding floods ! and there the tempest roams At large, in all the terrors of its glory ! And then our valleys ! ah, they are the homes For hearts ! our cottages, our vineyards,...
Page 242 - Now You keep him well together for a space, Both horse and rider braced as you were one, Scanning the distance — then you give him rein, And let him fly at it, and o'er he goes Light as a bird on wing. Wild. 'Twere a bold leap, I see, that turn'd you, madam. Con. \_Curtsying. ~\ Sir, you're good ! And then the hounds, sir ! Nothing I admire Beyond the running of the well-train
Page 64 - The feet that flew to do my father's will, The heart that bounded at my father's voice, And say that Mantua were built of ducats And I could be its duke at cost of these, I would not give them for it. Mark me, duke ! I saw a new-made grave in Mantua And on the headstone read my father's name : To seek me, doubtless, hither he had come — To seek the child that had deserted him — And died here ere he found me. Heaven can tell how far he wandered else ! Upon that grave I knelt an altered man, And,...
Page 65 - I'll have thee in mine ! There is the dial, and the sun shines on it — The shadow on the very point of twelve — My case is desperate ! Your signature Of vital moment is unto my peace ! . My eye is on the dial ! Pass the shadow The point of noon, the breadth of but a hair, As can my eye discern — and, that unsigned, The steel is in thy heart ! I speak no more ! J.
Page 63 - Whom fifteen years ago, in evil hour, You chanced to cross upon his native hills, — In whose quick eye you saw the subtle spirit Which suited you, and tempted it ; who took Your hint, and follow'd you to Mantua Without his father's knowledge — his old father!
Page 64 - And their instructions quickly I took up, As they did lay them down. I got the start Of my contemporaries, not a youth Of whom could read, write, speak, command a weapon, Or rule a horse, with me. You gave me all, — All the equipments of a man of honor, — But you did find a use for me, and made A slave, a profligate, a pander, of me.
Page 242 - Its neighbour's glass — where gladness sees itself, And at the bright reflection, grows more glad ! Breaks into tenfold mirth ! — laughs like a child ! Would make a gift of its heart, it is so free ! Would scarce accept a kingdom, 'tis so rich ! Shakes hands with all, and vows it never knew That life was life before ! WILDRAKE.
Page 21 - What many an action testified — and yet — What wanted confirmation of his tongue. But if he loved — it brought him not content ! 'Twas now abstraction — now a start — anon A pacing to and fro — anon, a stillness, As nought remain'd of life, save life itself, And feeling, thought, and motion, were extinct...
Page 10 - Their service in the Drama was enough, The poet might recite the poet's stuff ! " The rogues — they like him hugely — but it stung 'em, Somehow — to think a Bard had got among 'em. Their mind made up — no earthly pleading shook it, In pure compassion 'till I undertook it. Disown'd by Poets, and by Actors too, Dear Patrons of both arts, he turns to you ! If in your hearts some tender feelings dwell From sweet Virginia, or heroic Tell : If in the scenes which follow you can trace What once...