Cumberland's British Theatre: With Remarks, Biographical and Critical : Printed from the Acting Copies, as Performed at the Theatres-royal, London, Volum 11John Cumberland, 1826 |
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Pàgina 45
... holds dear ! Therefore return without me to the senate- Haply my presence might restrain their justice . Look that these traitors meet their trial straight , — And then despatch a messenger to tell me How the wise fathers have disposed ...
... holds dear ! Therefore return without me to the senate- Haply my presence might restrain their justice . Look that these traitors meet their trial straight , — And then despatch a messenger to tell me How the wise fathers have disposed ...
Pàgina 49
... hold me to my purpose , - Without one groan , without one pitying tear . ( Turns up , as if in agony . ) Ti . Die like a felon ? -Ha ! a common felon ! - But I deserve it all : -yet here I fail : - This ignominy quite unmans me ! Oh ...
... hold me to my purpose , - Without one groan , without one pitying tear . ( Turns up , as if in agony . ) Ti . Die like a felon ? -Ha ! a common felon ! - But I deserve it all : -yet here I fail : - This ignominy quite unmans me ! Oh ...
Pàgina 50
... hold , thou violated majesty : ( rises ) I now submit with calmness to my fate . Come forth , ye executioners of justice- Come , take my life , -and give it to my country ! Br . Embrace thy wretched father . May the gods Arm thee with ...
... hold , thou violated majesty : ( rises ) I now submit with calmness to my fate . Come forth , ye executioners of justice- Come , take my life , -and give it to my country ! Br . Embrace thy wretched father . May the gods Arm thee with ...
Pàgina 10
... hold . I but await his coming , to confide to him my plan for the destruction of our common foe . Sol . His destruction ! Has he not that fearful citadel in the lake to shelter him , when he quits the smoking ruins of Yanina ? Zeno ...
... hold . I but await his coming , to confide to him my plan for the destruction of our common foe . Sol . His destruction ! Has he not that fearful citadel in the lake to shelter him , when he quits the smoking ruins of Yanina ? Zeno ...
Pàgina 13
... Hold ! not so . You know her mother's fate , in the centre of the lake ? Go , —tell her it is my wish that she should leave the island ere Ismail attack it , and that I have secured her a temporary asylum in the con- vent of Sotira ...
... Hold ! not so . You know her mother's fate , in the centre of the lake ? Go , —tell her it is my wish that she should leave the island ere Ismail attack it , and that I have secured her a temporary asylum in the con- vent of Sotira ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 38 - Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse: We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us.
Pàgina 36 - And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye. This is a practice As full of labour as a wise man's art; For folly that he wisely shows is fit; But wise men, folly-fallen, quite taint their wit.
Pàgina 8 - Hear him but reason in divinity, And, all-admiring, with an inward wish You would desire the king were made a prelate : Hear him debate of commonwealth affairs, You would say, — it hath been...
Pàgina 38 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
Pàgina 5 - 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...
Pàgina 21 - Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love And sing them loud even in the dead of night; Halloo your name to the reverberate hills And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out 'Olivia!
Pàgina 20 - A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child ; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide : for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...
Pàgina 11 - If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Pàgina 29 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Pàgina 38 - To-morrow is saint Crispian :' Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.' Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, But he'll remember with advantages What feats he did that day...