RanthorpeW.S. Gottsberger, 1881 - 326 páginas |
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Adelphi Theatre affection alarmed ANCIENT EGYPT answer asked beauty bitter Bourne calm CHAPTER charm costermonger dear delicious delight despair dream El aura exclaimed exquisite eyes face Fanny father fears feel felt forget friends gazed genius GEORG EBERS GIACOMO LEOPARDI give grief hand happy Hawbucke heard heart Holland House hope husband imagination Isola jealousy Joyce kennin knew Lady Wilmington lips little Walter lived look Louisville Courier-Journal lover manner marriage melancholy mind nature Neil Arnott never night Oliver Oliver lodged once painful passion Percy Ranthorpe play pleasure poems poet Ranthorpe's replied Rivière s'ella scene seemed servant Shakspeare silence Sir Frederick smile sophism sorrow soul strange struggle suffered suspicion tears tell theatre thing Thornton thought tion truth turned understrappers vanity voice walked WILHELMINE von HILLERN woman word Wynton young youth
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Página 74 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide ; To lose good days that might be better spent ; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow ; To feed on hope ; to pine with fear and sorrow ; To have thy Prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Página 91 - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Página 225 - Then gently scan your brother Man, Still gentler sister Woman ; Though they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it.
Página 119 - I talk to thee For thou art worthy, Thou unassuming Common-place Of Nature, with that homely face, And yet with something of a grace Which Love makes for thee! Oft on the dappled turf at ease I sit and play with similes, Loose types of things through all degrees, Thoughts of thy raising; And many a fond and idle name I give to thee, for praise or blame As is the humour of the game, While I am gazing.
Página 85 - The employment detached him from the bustle and hurry of life, the din of politics and the noise of folly. Vanity and vexation flew away for a season ; care and disquietude came not near his dwelling. He arose, fresh as the morning, to his task; the silence of the night invited him to pursue it ; and he can truly say, that food and rest were not preferred before it. Every psalm improved infinitely upon his acquaintance with it, and no one gave him uneasiness but the last: for then he grieved that...
Página 29 - The strawberry grows underneath the nettle; And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality: And so the prince obscur'd his contemplation Under the veil of wildness; which, no doubt, Grew like the summer grass, fastest by night, Unseen, yet crescive in his faculty.
Página 89 - Merciful heaven ! Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak, Than the soft myrtle ; but man, proud man ! Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, As make the angels weep ; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.
Página 122 - Of aspect more sublime : that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world. Is lightened; that serene and blessed mood. In which the affections gently lead us on...
Página 119 - A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear— 0 Lady!
Página 181 - And in my heart, fair angel, chaste and wise. I love you ! Start not, speak not, answer not; I love you, — nay, let me speak the rest; Bid me to swear, and I will call to record The host of Heaven.