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 páginas |
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... brave , but of a gentle , tender and yielding disposi tion . The following scene occurs in front of the Church of St. Mark ; but the view of the Cathedral is by no means necessary . Pierre should wear a white doublet and blue Venitian ...
... brave , but of a gentle , tender and yielding disposi tion . The following scene occurs in front of the Church of St. Mark ; but the view of the Cathedral is by no means necessary . Pierre should wear a white doublet and blue Venitian ...
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... brave man's labors . PIERRE ( returns to L. C. ) . We've neither safety , unity , nor peace , For the foundation's lost of common good ; Justiee is lame , as well as blind , amongst us ; The laws ( corrupted to their ends that make them ...
... brave man's labors . PIERRE ( returns to L. C. ) . We've neither safety , unity , nor peace , For the foundation's lost of common good ; Justiee is lame , as well as blind , amongst us ; The laws ( corrupted to their ends that make them ...
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... brave dust With stinking rogues , that rot in winding - sheets , Surfeit - slain fools , the common dung o ' th ' soil ! JAF . Oh ! - PIERRE . Well said , out with't - swear a little- JAF . Swear ! By sea and air ; by earth , by heav'n ...
... brave dust With stinking rogues , that rot in winding - sheets , Surfeit - slain fools , the common dung o ' th ' soil ! JAF . Oh ! - PIERRE . Well said , out with't - swear a little- JAF . Swear ! By sea and air ; by earth , by heav'n ...
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... brave , Still , like muffled drums are beating Funeral marches to the grave . In the world's broad field of battle , In the bivouac of Life , Be not like dumb , driven cattle ! Be a hero in the strife ! Trust no Future , howe'er ...
... brave , Still , like muffled drums are beating Funeral marches to the grave . In the world's broad field of battle , In the bivouac of Life , Be not like dumb , driven cattle ! Be a hero in the strife ! Trust no Future , howe'er ...
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... brave man's resolve . Second - the whispering description of the church- yard and belfry . Last - in bold , rapid accents should pour out the sharp , ringing description of the impetuous ride.J Listen , my children , and you shall hear ...
... brave man's resolve . Second - the whispering description of the church- yard and belfry . Last - in bold , rapid accents should pour out the sharp , ringing description of the impetuous ride.J Listen , my children , and you shall hear ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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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Página 134 - 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!
Página 47 - 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.
Página 150 - 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.
Página 48 - 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.
Página 94 - 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...
Página 91 - 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.
Página 96 - 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.
Página 135 - 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.
Página 50 - 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.
Página 57 - 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.