The Tribute: A Miscellaneous Volume in Prose and Verse, with Etched IllustrationsO'Leary, 1833 - 228 pages |
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... night , I gave up all pursuits but those which had a histrionic tendency . I was about seven years old at the time , and read tolerably well . Up twelfth year I had never seen a performance in a public theatre , and by a regular company ...
... night , I gave up all pursuits but those which had a histrionic tendency . I was about seven years old at the time , and read tolerably well . Up twelfth year I had never seen a performance in a public theatre , and by a regular company ...
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... night merely for wantonness , " and endeavoured to smile like Cassius " As if I mocked myself and scorn'd my spirit , " That could be brought to smile at any thing . " Had I the framing of a world , at the time , it would have been made ...
... night merely for wantonness , " and endeavoured to smile like Cassius " As if I mocked myself and scorn'd my spirit , " That could be brought to smile at any thing . " Had I the framing of a world , at the time , it would have been made ...
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... night in the house , lest in my paroxisms I might do them some bodily injury . The next day threatened to be as dreary as the preceding one , and still no tidings of the manager or the company . Whilst standing wea- rily , almost ...
... night in the house , lest in my paroxisms I might do them some bodily injury . The next day threatened to be as dreary as the preceding one , and still no tidings of the manager or the company . Whilst standing wea- rily , almost ...
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... night of performance I was neither agitated by hope or fear . I knew I could not succeed , and went desperately on , indignant that the greatest actor on earth should be thrust into a character which may damn his reputation for ever . I ...
... night of performance I was neither agitated by hope or fear . I knew I could not succeed , and went desperately on , indignant that the greatest actor on earth should be thrust into a character which may damn his reputation for ever . I ...
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... Night after night I went on for some stupid walking gentle- man , or stick of a lover , and night 24.
... Night after night I went on for some stupid walking gentle- man , or stick of a lover , and night 24.
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Page 22 - ... in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
Page 154 - List his discourse of war, and you shall hear A fearful battle render'd you in music : Turn him to any cause of policy, The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, Familiar as his garter...
Page 205 - Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to see Men not afraid of God afraid of me: Safe from the Bar, the Pulpit, and the Throne, Yet touched and shamed by ridicule alone.
Page 153 - A murderer and a villain ; A slave that is not twentieth part the tithe Of your precedent lord ; a vice of kings ; A cutpurse of the empire and the rule, That from a shelf the precious diadem stole, And put it in his pocket ! Queen.
Page 218 - Lines Written in Early Spring I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.
Page 28 - The noble sister of Poplicola, The moon of Rome ; chaste as the icicle That's curdled by the frost from purest snow, And hangs on Dian's temple This is no more than illustrating a quality of the mind, by comparing it with a sensible object.
Page 102 - Too like the lightning that doth cease to be Ere one can say 'It lightens.' ' 149. Confusion. Ruin, destruction ; as in Macb. ii. 3. 71, iii. 5. 29, etc. The word is here a quadrisyllable. Gr. 479. Cf. patience, three lines below.
Page 217 - I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
Page 193 - Gothic empire, be yet tumbling and tossing upon the bed of sickness, they cannot die ; nor is there any means of recovery for them but by ancient prudence, whence of necessity it must come to pass that this drug be better known. If France, Italy, and Spain were not all sick, all corrupted together, there would be none of them so; for the sick would not be able to withstand the sound, nor the sound to preserve their health, without curing of the sick. The first of these nations (which if you stay...
Page 85 - COME, here's a health to thee and thine ! Trust me, whate'er we may be told, Few things are better than old wine, When tasted with a friend that's old.