Dramas: The separation: a tragedy. The stripling: a tragedy ... written in prose. The phantom: a musical drama. Enthusiasm: a comedyLongman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green, & Longman, 1836 |
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14. oldal
... happy days , Could such a fate be thine ! It makes me weep to think it possible , Yet I believe it not . SOPHERA . You tremble much . COUNTESS . I'm cold and chill : ' tis weariness of body ; Do not regard it ; I shall soon be better ...
... happy days , Could such a fate be thine ! It makes me weep to think it possible , Yet I believe it not . SOPHERA . You tremble much . COUNTESS . I'm cold and chill : ' tis weariness of body ; Do not regard it ; I shall soon be better ...
38. oldal
... happy peace conclude . Will it not please you To enter , then , and bid him welcome home ? TORTONA . I should indeed , but ' t will intrude - He and his lady may , perhaps , desire upon him . Some hours of privacy . - Oblige me , then ...
... happy peace conclude . Will it not please you To enter , then , and bid him welcome home ? TORTONA . I should indeed , but ' t will intrude - He and his lady may , perhaps , desire upon him . Some hours of privacy . - Oblige me , then ...
50. oldal
... ! how sweetly mantled thus thy cheek At sight of those thou lovedst ! What things have been , - What hours , what years of trouble have gone by , Since thus in happy careless youth thou wert Dearest and 50 THE SEPARATION : A TRAGEDY .
... ! how sweetly mantled thus thy cheek At sight of those thou lovedst ! What things have been , - What hours , what years of trouble have gone by , Since thus in happy careless youth thou wert Dearest and 50 THE SEPARATION : A TRAGEDY .
51. oldal
... happy still . The love I bear the dead , dear though it be , Surely does thee no wrong . GARCIO . No , artful woman ! give it to my hand . ( Snatching at the picture . ) That is the image of a living gallant . COUNTESS . O would it were ...
... happy still . The love I bear the dead , dear though it be , Surely does thee no wrong . GARCIO . No , artful woman ! give it to my hand . ( Snatching at the picture . ) That is the image of a living gallant . COUNTESS . O would it were ...
101. oldal
... happy chance has changed the fate of battle . -PIETRO . Ay , changed most happily . COUNTESS . And Heaven be praised ! How has it been , good Pietro ? Tell me quickly . PIETRO . When we were panic - struck , reft H 3 THE SEPARATION : A ...
... happy chance has changed the fate of battle . -PIETRO . Ay , changed most happily . COUNTESS . And Heaven be praised ! How has it been , good Pietro ? Tell me quickly . PIETRO . When we were panic - struck , reft H 3 THE SEPARATION : A ...
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ALICE ALLEN Amanuensis art thou believe bless BLOUNT brave BROWN BRUTON canst castle chamber child CLAUDE CLERMONT COLONEL FRANKLAND comes COUNTESS CRAWFORD creature CROWD CULLOCH dear didst thou door dost thou DUNARDEN eagerly Enter Ev'n Exeunt Exit eyes face father fear fool GAOLER GARCIO GAUVINO gentle give GOMEZ GONZALOS hand happy Hast thou hath head hear heard heart Heaven HERMIT HIGHLANDER honour HUGHO HUMPHRY JESSIE kind LADY SHREWDLY LADY WORRYMORE look LORD WORRYMORE LUDOVIQUO MADALINE Madam MAID MALCOLM MANHAUNSLET MARIAN mind MISS FRANKLAND MORGAN mother ne'er never night noble o'er pardon PATERSON pause PIETRO pity poor pray PROVOST ROBERT ROBINAIR round ROVANI SCENE Seneschal SERVANT SEXTON SIR JOHN CROFTON sleep sonnet SOPHERA speak sure sweet tears tell thank thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought TORTONA voice wilt words YOUNG ARDEN
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369. oldal - But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
370. oldal - 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.
370. 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.
371. oldal - See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
252. oldal - The clansmen in the heather'd hall, Sweet sleep be with you, one and all ! We part in hopes of days as bright As this gone by : good night, good night ! Sweet sleep be with us, one and all ! And if upon its stillness fall The visions of a busy brain, We'll have our pleasure o'er again,' To warm the heart, to charm the sight, Gay dreams to all ! good night, good night ! Carolina, Lady Nairne.
27. oldal - I'd lodge thee* Mine- thou art! yes, thou art mine ! * Here is my treasured being : : thou wilt love me. '-. . % (Laying his face close to the child's,,') Blest softness ! little hand and little cheek ! This is a touch so sweet ! a blessed touch ! ' There is love in it ; love .that will not change ! (Bursting into, tears, while the Nurse takes the child again.') . • COUNTESS (aside, observing his emotion).
48. oldal - It cannot be ! The roused and angry deep Lashes its foaming billows o'er the bark That bears the accursed freight, till the scared crew Into its yawning gulf cast forth the murderer. On the embattled field, in armour cased, His manly strength to blasted weakness turns. Yea, in their peaceful homes, men, as by instinct, From the dark rolling of his eye will turn, They know not why, so legibly has Nature Set on his brow the mark of bloody Cain. And shall I think the prosperous...
252. oldal - The bride unto her bower is sent, And ribald song and jesting spent ; The lover's whisper'd words and few Have bade the bashful maid adieu ; The dancing floor is silent quite, No foot bounds there : good night, good night...
49. oldal - Accuse him as they will, I'll not believe it. (After another pause.) Would in this better faith my mind had strength To hold itself unshaken ! Doubt is misery. I'll go to him myself, and tell my wretchedness. O ! if his kindling eye with generous ire Repel the charge ; — if his blest voice deny it, Though one raised from the dead swore to its truth, I'll not believe it. Enter SOPHERA.