De Witt's Perfect Orator: Comprising a Great Number of Readings, Recitations, Dialogues and Harangues ... Added to which are Very Carefully Composed Prefatory Remarks ... Together with a Number of Useful Suggestions as to the Stage Arrangements, Making the Costumes, Scenery ...Henry Llewellyn Williams R.M. De Witt, 1872 - 180 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 22 találatból.
9. oldal
... Land- scape , Crimson or Green for Rooms . 7. Flat - or Scene at upper part of Stage running across the Stage- divided in centre and pushed on from the Wings . " 8. Footlights in front of Stage - shielded from audience by a tin shade ...
... Land- scape , Crimson or Green for Rooms . 7. Flat - or Scene at upper part of Stage running across the Stage- divided in centre and pushed on from the Wings . " 8. Footlights in front of Stage - shielded from audience by a tin shade ...
21. oldal
... land , A stranger and a youth , He heard the king's command , He saw that writing's truth . The lamps around were bright , The prophecy in view ; He read it on that night , - The morrow proved it true . " Belshazzar's grave is made ...
... land , A stranger and a youth , He heard the king's command , He saw that writing's truth . The lamps around were bright , The prophecy in view ; He read it on that night , - The morrow proved it true . " Belshazzar's grave is made ...
23. oldal
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
25. oldal
... lands , Then well may couple strangers : -he discoursed Of my dear native country , till its peaks Began , methought ... land so fair , and me its daughter ! ANT . Hear me ! you have wronged your lord . MAR . I have wronged my lord ? How ...
... lands , Then well may couple strangers : -he discoursed Of my dear native country , till its peaks Began , methought ... land so fair , and me its daughter ! ANT . Hear me ! you have wronged your lord . MAR . I have wronged my lord ? How ...
31. oldal
... land or sea , though he should be Ten thousand fathoms deep ! So wills the fierce avenging sprite , Till blood for blood atones ! Ay , though he's buried in a cave , And trodden down with stones , And years have rotted off his flesh ...
... land or sea , though he should be Ten thousand fathoms deep ! So wills the fierce avenging sprite , Till blood for blood atones ! Ay , though he's buried in a cave , And trodden down with stones , And years have rotted off his flesh ...
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Antonio arms art thou BAILIE NICOL JARVIE beautiful beneath blessed blood bosom brave breast breath brow BRUTUS CHAPTER choice Comic COLA DI RIENZI dare dark daughter dead dear death Deloraine dost doth dread dream dress DUKE Duke of Mantua earth EUGENE ARAM Exit eyes fair father Fazio fear feel FERRARDO gentle GUS WILLIAMS hand hath hear heard heart heaven HORSE hour Hubert JAMES JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES Juliet king leave LICTORS light lips Lochinvar look lord Malcolm Young Mattie MIRA mother ne'er never night noble o'er Pescara piece PIERRE pray recitation Romeo rose Samian wine scene Shylock slave smile Songs soul speak sweet sword tears tell thee thine thou art Thou hast thought Twas voice wild words wretch young Zaphira
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134. oldal - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot; O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea!
47. oldal - tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night.
150. oldal - Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay ; So thou, with sails how swift ! hast reached the shore, ' Where tempests never beat nor billows roar,' * And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchor'd by thy side.
48. oldal - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name ! What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title.
94. oldal - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ? What mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand...
91. oldal - And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
96. oldal - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
135. oldal - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
50. 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.
57. oldal - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.