The Living Age, 263. kötetLiving Age Company, 1909 |
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... Emily ] . Good morning . Have this chair , will you ? Emily [ questioningly ] . the adventure ? No worse for Sir C. [ smiles awkwardly ] . Oh , no ! Kendrick [ to Sir Charles ] . I say-- have you had the figures of the " Sun- day ...
... Emily ] . Good morning . Have this chair , will you ? Emily [ questioningly ] . the adventure ? No worse for Sir C. [ smiles awkwardly ] . Oh , no ! Kendrick [ to Sir Charles ] . I say-- have you had the figures of the " Sun- day ...
33. oldal
... Emily . ] Ex- cuse me two seconds , will you . Now , Kendrick ! [ Exeunt Sir Charles and Kendrick , r . Enter Francis taking off his gloves . ] Francis . Well Emily . [ They shake hands . ] Emily . You seem to be quite in- stalled here ...
... Emily . ] Ex- cuse me two seconds , will you . Now , Kendrick ! [ Exeunt Sir Charles and Kendrick , r . Enter Francis taking off his gloves . ] Francis . Well Emily . [ They shake hands . ] Emily . You seem to be quite in- stalled here ...
34. oldal
... Emily . Yes . He said he understood that the next production was to be " The Merchant of Venice . " Francis . So it was . Emily . The Chief appears to be changing his mind . Just recently he's read " The Lion's Share " -that Welsh piece ...
... Emily . Yes . He said he understood that the next production was to be " The Merchant of Venice . " Francis . So it was . Emily . The Chief appears to be changing his mind . Just recently he's read " The Lion's Share " -that Welsh piece ...
36. oldal
... Emily ] . I know what I should have said twenty years ago . But I often say nowadays that my idea of bliss is a dozen oysters and go to bed comfortably at ten o'clock . So long as you pay my salary , I don't mind . Salaries have been SO ...
... Emily ] . I know what I should have said twenty years ago . But I often say nowadays that my idea of bliss is a dozen oysters and go to bed comfortably at ten o'clock . So long as you pay my salary , I don't mind . Salaries have been SO ...
37. oldal
... Emily , as if for confirma- tion . ] It would be bound to be a frost . You yourself- • St. John [ springing up ] . Nothing of the kind ! Nothing of the kind ! No one ever caught me saying that any play on earth would be a frost . No ...
... Emily , as if for confirma- tion . ] It would be bound to be a frost . You yourself- • St. John [ springing up ] . Nothing of the kind ! Nothing of the kind ! No one ever caught me saying that any play on earth would be a frost . No ...
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162. oldal - Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife ! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.
483. oldal - O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill...
614. oldal - I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past.
481. oldal - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
229. oldal - The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes, But Here or There as strikes the Player goes; And He that toss'd you down into the Field, He knows about it all — HE knows — HE knows!
294. oldal - They precisely suit my taste, - solid and substantial, written on the strength of beef and through the inspiration of ale, and just as real as if some giant had hewn a great lump out of the earth and put it under a glass case, with all its inhabitants going about their daily business, and not suspecting that they were being made a show of.
163. oldal - How high they soar'd above the crowd ! Theirs was no common party race, Jostling by dark intrigue for place ; Like fabled Gods, their mighty war Shook realms and nations in its jar ; Beneath each banner proud to stand, Look'd up the noblest of the land, Till through the British world were known The names of PITT and Fox alone.
530. oldal - ... their aimless courses, their random achievements and acquirements, the impotent conclusion of longstanding facts, the tokens so faint and broken of a superintending design, the blind evolution of what turn out to be great powers or truths, the progress of things, as if from unreasoning elements, not towards final causes, the greatness and littleness of man, his farreaching aims, his short duration, the curtain hung over his futurity, the disappointments of life, the defeat of good, the success...
162. oldal - Clair. There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold Lie buried within that proud chapelle; Each one the holy vault doth hold— But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle. And each St Clair was buried there, With candle, with book, and with knell ; But the sea-caves rung, and the wild winds sung, The dirge of lovely Rosabelle ! XXIV.
635. oldal - Up the airy mountain, Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather!