Macready's Reminiscences and Selections from His Diaries and LettersHarper & Brothers, 1875 - 721 oldal |
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Acted Hamlet Acted Macbeth actor appearance applause attention audience Bartley beautiful Birmingham blessed Bulwer Bunn called carriage Catherine character Charles Kemble cheers Coriolanus Covent Garden Theater crowded house dear delighted Dickens dined dinner dramatic dress Drury Lane Dublin effect Elstree engagement excited father feeling felt Forster Garrick Club gave genius give Hamlet heart hope Horace Twiss Iago interest John Kemble Julius Cæsar Kean Kean's King King Lear Lady Lear leave letter London look Lord Macready's manager ment mind Miss O'Neill morning never Newcastle Othello passed passion performance person play Pollock received rehearsal Richard Richelieu Rob Roy scene season seemed sent Shakespeare Sherborne Shylock Siddons spirit spoke stage Stanfield Talfourd theatrical thought tion told took town tragedy Virginius W. C. MACREADY Walked week Werner wish words Wrote young
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79. oldal - His was the spell o'er hearts Which only acting lends, — The youngest of the sister Arts, Where all their beauty blends : For ill can Poetry express Full many a tone of thought sublime, And Painting, mute and motionless, Steals but a glance of time. But by the mighty actor brought, Illusion's perfect triumphs come, — Verse ceases to be airy thought, And Sculpture to be dumb.
115. oldal - I am distressed for thee, my brother Jonathan: very pleasant hast thou been unto me: thy love to me was wonderful, passing the love of women.
69. oldal - 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.
34. oldal - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
687. oldal - Oh that I had the wings of a dove! then would I fly away and be at rest.