Life of Mrs. Siddons, 2. kötet

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E. Wilson, 1834 - 266 oldal
 

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29. oldal - day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale. Light thickens, and the crow Makes way to the rooky wood.— Good things of day begin to droop and drowze, While night's black agents to their prey do rouse.
20. oldal - enters the gallery, in eager expectation of the results of her diabolical diligence. In the tremendous suspense of these moments, while she recollects her habitual humanity, one trait of tender feeling is expressed,' Had he not resembled my father as he slept, I had done it.
28. oldal - When now I think you can behold such sights And keep the natural ruby of your cheeks, When mine is blanched with fear.' 'What sight, my lord ?' " What imitation, in such circumstances as these, would ever satisfy the demands of expectation ? The terror, the remorse, the hypocrisy of this astonishing being, flitting in frightful succession over her countenance, and actuating her
142. oldal - If I know you well, You were the Duke's surveyor, and lost your office On the complaint o' the tenants. Take good heed You charge not in your spleen a noble person, And spoil your nobler soul. I say, take heed !
26. oldal - dare look on that Which might appal the devil.' lady Macbeth. ' Oh, proper stuff! This is the very painting of your fear; This is the air-drawn dagger which, ye said, Led you to
14. oldal - saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of time with ' Hail, King that shall be!' This I have thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thou mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promised. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell.' Now vaulting ambition and intrepid daring rekindle in a moment all the
147. oldal - I will, when you are humble,—nay, before; Or God will punish me. I do believe, Induced by potent circumstances, that You are mine enemy; and make my challenge You shall not be my judge: for it is you Have blown this coal betwixt my lord and me, Which heaven's dew quench ! Therefore, I say again, I utterly abhor,—yea, from my soul, Refuse you for my
151. oldal - When I am dead, Let me be us'd with honour. Strew me over With maiden flowers, that all the world may know I was a chaste wife unto my grave ! Although
iii. oldal - Pity it is that the momentary beauties flowing from a harmonious elocution cannot, like those of poetry, be their own record ; — that the animated grace* of the Player can live no longer than the instant breath and motion
147. oldal - from my soul, Refuse you for my judge ! whom, yet once more, I hold my most malicious foe, and think not At all a friend to truth

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