The Lady of Lyons: Or, Love and Pride. A Play in Five Acts, as Performed at the Theatre Royal, Covent GardenHarper & Bros., 1838 - 99 oldal |
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Aloud Author Beauseant and Glavis Beauty of Lyons blush carriage Catiline Charles Anthon Charles Joseph Latrobe Charles Webb child Claude Melnotte Cousin Damas curse dared daughter dear Doge of Venice Dramatic Edition Engravings Enter Beauseant Enter Damas EUGENE ARAM father flowers forgive France gardener's GASPAR gentleman girl Golden Lion Good-day Good-morning hand hear heart Heaven History honour hope humble husband John Frost Jugurthine War LADY OF LYONS LANDLORD letter LL.D look MADAME DESCHAP Madame Deschappelles marry Memoirs MONS Monsieur Beauseant Monsieur Deschappelles mother never noble peasant's Poor Pauline Portrait pride prince proud rank revenge Rienzi SCENE scorn servant shame Sidney Doane smile soldier speak sweet tell thee thine THIRD OFFICER thou art thou hast thou lovest thou wilt tion turned vols volume WIDOW William William Robertson word wouldst young Zounds
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76. oldal - And you would have a wife enjoy luxury while a husband toils! Claude, take me; thou canst not give me wealth, titles, station — but thou canst give me a true heart. I will work for thee, tend thee, bear with thee, and never, never shall these lips reproach thee for the past.
43. oldal - This hand would lead thee, listen !* a deep vale Shut out by Alpine hills from the rude world; Near a clear lake, margined by fruits of gold And whispering myrtles ; glassing softest skies As cloudless, save with rare and roseate shadows, As I would have thy fate! PAULINE. My own dear love ! MELNOTTE. A palace lifting to eternal summer Its marble walls, from out a glossy bower Of coolest foliage musical with birds, Whose songs should syllable thy name!
62. oldal - At last, in one mad hour, I dared to pour The thoughts that burst their channels into song, And sent them to thee — such a tribute, lady, As beauty rarely scorns, even from the meanest. The name — appended by the burning heart That...
63. oldal - Do not fear me. Thou dost not know me, madam: at the altar My vengeance ceased, my guilty oath expired ' Henceforth, no image of some marble saint, Niched in cathedral aisles, is hallow'd more From the rude hand of sacrilegious wrong.