The Monthly Mirror: Reflecting Men and Manners : with Strictures on Their Epitome, the Stage, Volum 12Proprietors., 1801 |
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Pàgina 31
... voice of his master's daughter , he had stopped to listen , and when they parted , he resumed his way without saying a word . In the evening , just before the sun went down , Marfurius asked to speak with Sylvanus . Priscilla ...
... voice of his master's daughter , he had stopped to listen , and when they parted , he resumed his way without saying a word . In the evening , just before the sun went down , Marfurius asked to speak with Sylvanus . Priscilla ...
Pàgina 33
... voice might apprize her lover of the danger with which he was momentarily threatened . By the time that Priscilla had mounted the terrace , it was almost night . Pale as death , she was in want of the highest exertion of her voice , and ...
... voice might apprize her lover of the danger with which he was momentarily threatened . By the time that Priscilla had mounted the terrace , it was almost night . Pale as death , she was in want of the highest exertion of her voice , and ...
Pàgina 45
... it feels , is a talent of equal consequence in an actress with any she can possess . It is by the countenance alone you can distinguish between irony and jest . 1 A voice , more or less raised or depressed THE MONTHLY MIRROR . 45 .
... it feels , is a talent of equal consequence in an actress with any she can possess . It is by the countenance alone you can distinguish between irony and jest . 1 A voice , more or less raised or depressed THE MONTHLY MIRROR . 45 .
Pàgina 46
... voice , more or less raised or depressed , or more or less tremu- lous , is insufficient to express such or such a sentiment of terror , or such or such a sentiment of fear . The countenance alone is enabled to mark its degrees . I am ...
... voice , more or less raised or depressed , or more or less tremu- lous , is insufficient to express such or such a sentiment of terror , or such or such a sentiment of fear . The countenance alone is enabled to mark its degrees . I am ...
Pàgina 50
... voice ; The flow'rs decay , and dead is every tree , . Fair Nature mourns her sweetest child in thee The milk accustom'd flows not from the ewes , The bee no more his wonted toil pursues ; The hives no longer yield their golden store ...
... voice ; The flow'rs decay , and dead is every tree , . Fair Nature mourns her sweetest child in thee The milk accustom'd flows not from the ewes , The bee no more his wonted toil pursues ; The hives no longer yield their golden store ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 43 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself; * Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind.
Pàgina 165 - I see a column of slow-rising smoke O'ertop the lofty wood that skirts the wild. A vagabond and useless tribe there eat Their miserable meal. A kettle, slung Between two poles upon a stick transverse, Receives the morsel ; flesh obscene of dog, Or vermin, or, at best, of cock purloined From his accustomed perch.
Pàgina 390 - Awake, /Eolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take ; The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales, and Ceres...
Pàgina 383 - Romeo: and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Pàgina 166 - The cheerful haunts of man, to wield the axe, And drive the wedge, in yonder forest drear, From morn to eve his solitary task.
Pàgina 313 - It is a weary interlude — Which doth short joys, long woes, include; • The world the stage, the prologue tears, The acts vain hopes and varied fears ; The scene shuts up with loss of breath, And leaves no epilogue but death.
Pàgina 241 - He found a Woman in the cave, A solitary Woman, Who by the fire was spinning, And singing as she spun. The pine boughs were cheerfully blazing, And her face was bright with the flame; Her face was as a Damsel's face, And yet her hair was grey.
Pàgina 117 - ... the peace of all the families and friends he is acquainted with in a quarter of an hour, and yet the next moment be the best-natured man in the whole world.
Pàgina 227 - Is deep enrich'd with vegetable life; Till, in the western sky, the downward sun Looks out, effulgent, from amid the flush Of broken clouds, gay-shifting to his beam. The rapid radiance instantaneous strikes Th...
Pàgina 164 - I have been at one opera, Mr. Wesley's. They have boys and girls with charming voices, that sing hymns, in parts, to Scotch ballad tunes; but indeed so long, that one would think they were already in eternity, and knew how much time they had before them.