A Descriptive Account of the Second Royal Gala Festival at Stratford-upon-Avon: In Commemoration of the Natal Day of Shakspeare ... April, 1830 ...R. Lapworth, 1830 - 87 pàgines |
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Pàgina 4
... o'er his hallow'd urn , And in soft elegies complaining mourn ! ” From SOMERVILLE'S " Verses to Mr. Addison " ; who had at the period of the address being written , taken up his residence in the author's native County . * Warwickshire ...
... o'er his hallow'd urn , And in soft elegies complaining mourn ! ” From SOMERVILLE'S " Verses to Mr. Addison " ; who had at the period of the address being written , taken up his residence in the author's native County . * Warwickshire ...
Pàgina 19
... O'er the bleak deserts ' unfrequented round " Seest thou where Nature treads the deep'ning gloom , - " Sitt'st thou on yon gray Tow'r , with ivy crown'd , " Whose walls enclose thy venerated Tomb ? " Hear'st thou the joyous music wind ...
... O'er the bleak deserts ' unfrequented round " Seest thou where Nature treads the deep'ning gloom , - " Sitt'st thou on yon gray Tow'r , with ivy crown'd , " Whose walls enclose thy venerated Tomb ? " Hear'st thou the joyous music wind ...
Pàgina 33
... o'er him fell the mantle of the Bard ; And GARRICK's gratitude with SHAKSPEARE's fame Is honorably twined . Ye glorious few , Whom taste and genius inspire to bring Your annual tribute to the Poet's shrine , Look round on alter'd ...
... o'er him fell the mantle of the Bard ; And GARRICK's gratitude with SHAKSPEARE's fame Is honorably twined . Ye glorious few , Whom taste and genius inspire to bring Your annual tribute to the Poet's shrine , Look round on alter'd ...
Pàgina 69
... o'er the thicket . Ariel , now appear ! Divinest Shakspeare claims thy sweetest lays , In dulcet music choir his endless praise Ariel Master ! beloved ! -I feel the mystic power- Hymn all ye Muses to his natal hour . DUET . Prosp ...
... o'er the thicket . Ariel , now appear ! Divinest Shakspeare claims thy sweetest lays , In dulcet music choir his endless praise Ariel Master ! beloved ! -I feel the mystic power- Hymn all ye Muses to his natal hour . DUET . Prosp ...
Pàgina 77
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... ur lofty scene be acted o'er born , and accent yet unknown . " LUB heassures them that interest , and his p a body of gealle appropriate species of th are especi by It Theral D to Committee , that to have dined with them to -. 87 2.
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admiration applause approbation APRIL 24 Ariel armour Ashfield attired Avon Avon's band Banner borne Bard Battle of Hohenlinden beautiful Borough celebrate our jubilee character Charles Wright cheering Committee costume crimson crowned Dramatic drank dress echo elegant Euripides exertions Falstaff fame feeling Festival friends Gala Garrick Genius of Shakspeare Gentlemen George glory gold grand Greaves heart honour Immortal Immortal Bard inscribed intellect John Mills John Shirley Jubilee Julius Cæsar language laurel Leamington loud Majesty Mayor Melpomene memory Messrs Monarch Muses nation native nature noble nymphs o'clock o'er Oration Othello Pageant Patron Poet Poet's Poetry praise present Raymond's Company received RECITATIVE represented returned thanks richly Roman Royal Shakspearean Club Rule Britannia scarlet scene Shakspeare Shakspeare's Hall Song spirit splendid Stratford Stratford-upon-Avon streets sung sweet Willy Theatre thee Thomas Hyde thou tion Toast town tribute tunic velvet robe Warwick Warwickshire weather worthy wreath
Passatges populars
Pàgina 9 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Pàgina 37 - And let those that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villainous; and . shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Pàgina 15 - We have but collected them, and done an office to the dead, to procure his orphans guardians; without ambition either of self-profit or fame; only to keep the memory of so worthy a friend and fellow alive as was our Shakespeare, by humble offer of his plays to your most noble patronage.
Pàgina 6 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
Pàgina 19 - First, I commend my soul into the hands of God my Creator, hoping, and assuredly believing through the only merits of Jesus Christ my Saviour, to be made partaker of life everlasting; and my body to the earth whereof it is made.
Pàgina 10 - Then shook the hills, with thunder riven ; Then rush'd the steed, to battle driven ; And, louder than the bolts of Heaven, Far flash'd the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow ; And bloodier yet, the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn ; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
Pàgina 63 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Pàgina 62 - For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech To stir men's blood.
Pàgina 62 - I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech...
Pàgina 49 - How use doth breed a habit in a man ! This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods, I better brook than flourishing peopled towns : Here can I sit alone, unseen of any, And to the nightingale's complaining notes Tune my distresses, and record my woes.