Vagrant Memories: Being Further Recollections of Other Days, 10. kötetGeorge H. Doran Company, 1915 - 509 oldal |
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9. oldal
... NIGHTS IN " THE WOFFINGTON ROOM " THE COMEDIAN IN PRIVATE LIFE LEWIS'S PERSONAL TRAITS TWO DEDICATIONS CHARACTERISTIC LETTERS TEMPER AND PECULIARITIES A DISCOMFITED MIMIC • · " DARKNESS AND NIGHT AND THE END OF AS A DRAMATIST THE PLAY ...
... NIGHTS IN " THE WOFFINGTON ROOM " THE COMEDIAN IN PRIVATE LIFE LEWIS'S PERSONAL TRAITS TWO DEDICATIONS CHARACTERISTIC LETTERS TEMPER AND PECULIARITIES A DISCOMFITED MIMIC • · " DARKNESS AND NIGHT AND THE END OF AS A DRAMATIST THE PLAY ...
23. oldal
... night , and that the landlady would sit in the hall , to admit those who came home late . " When I could not get in till after twelve , " he added , " I preferred , after once arriving late , to go to a hotel rather than meet her gaze ...
... night , and that the landlady would sit in the hall , to admit those who came home late . " When I could not get in till after twelve , " he added , " I preferred , after once arriving late , to go to a hotel rather than meet her gaze ...
24. oldal
... night were the bril- liant comedian James E. Murdoch , the great Young Mirabel of his day , and that other bril- liant comedian , then a youth , John B. Mason . That Bulfinch Place lodging house was inter- esting in itself as well as ...
... night were the bril- liant comedian James E. Murdoch , the great Young Mirabel of his day , and that other bril- liant comedian , then a youth , John B. Mason . That Bulfinch Place lodging house was inter- esting in itself as well as ...
33. oldal
... night , caused by a sudden freshet . A torrent was pouring through the street , and Warren , as he stood , with other spectators at a hotel window , gazing on the pluvial tumult , heard a voice crying : " My mother ! She's gone - she's ...
... night , caused by a sudden freshet . A torrent was pouring through the street , and Warren , as he stood , with other spectators at a hotel window , gazing on the pluvial tumult , heard a voice crying : " My mother ! She's gone - she's ...
34. oldal
... night , the comedian , returning from the Museum after a performance there , entered his lodging with the remark : " I wish they would put a shorn lamb at the corner of Tremont and Park streets . " Warren's customary homeward walk from ...
... night , the comedian , returning from the Museum after a performance there , entered his lodging with the remark : " I wish they would put a shorn lamb at the corner of Tremont and Park streets . " Warren's customary homeward walk from ...
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VAGRANT MEMORIES BEING FURTHER William 1836-1917 Winter,Rouben Mamoulian Collection (Library of Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
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361. oldal - O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown ! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword ; The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers...
462. oldal - Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe, and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
211. oldal - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
228. oldal - Yet not the landscape to mine eye Bears those bright hues that once it bore; Though evening, with her richest dye, Flames o'er the hills of Ettrick's shore. With listless look along the plain, I see Tweed's silver current glide, And coldly mark the holy fane Of Melrose rise in ruin'd pride.
389. oldal - I hate him for he is a Christian; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
464. oldal - The stage but echoes back the public voice. The drama's laws the drama's patrons give, For we that live to please, must please to live. Then prompt no more the follies you decry, As tyrants doom their tools of guilt to die; 'Tis yours this night to bid the reign commence Of rescued Nature and reviving Sense; To chase the charms of sound, the pomp of show, For useful mirth, and salutary woe; 60 Bid scenic Virtue form the rising age, And Truth diffuse her radiance from the stage.
361. oldal - gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! Ah, fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
199. oldal - If you your lips would keep from slips, Five things observe with care: Of whom you speak, to whom you speak, And how and when and where.
165. oldal - One lesson, shepherd, let us two divide, Taught both by what she shows, and what conceals • Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
189. oldal - Hamlet was touched with that elemental fire. Not alone in the great junctures of the tragedy — the encounters with the ghost, the parting with Ophelia, the climax of the play-scene, the slaughter of poor old Polonius in delirious mistake for the king, and the avouchment to Laertes in the graveyard — was he brilliant and impetuous; but in almost everything that quality of temperament showed itself, and here, of course, it was in excess.