Life of Mrs. Siddons, Bände 1-2Harper, 1834 - 260 Seiten |
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... took a different view of the matter , and showed his drunken accuser out of the room . Mrs. Whitelock accompanied her husband in a professional expedition to America , where she acted for many years with eminent success , and realized a ...
... took a different view of the matter , and showed his drunken accuser out of the room . Mrs. Whitelock accompanied her husband in a professional expedition to America , where she acted for many years with eminent success , and realized a ...
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... took no further liberty . Mrs. Whitelock was about to go through the same ceremony , when a fit of shyness came over her , and she shrank from the salute of the chief who came up to her . But the most polished gentleman , she said ...
... took no further liberty . Mrs. Whitelock was about to go through the same ceremony , when a fit of shyness came over her , and she shrank from the salute of the chief who came up to her . But the most polished gentleman , she said ...
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... took down a sabre and firearms , but he had no occasion to use them ; for an athletic young English- man , who lived in the house , rushed out , and repaid the in- truder for his crash at the door by a stroke upon his jaw that was ...
... took down a sabre and firearms , but he had no occasion to use them ; for an athletic young English- man , who lived in the house , rushed out , and repaid the in- truder for his crash at the door by a stroke upon his jaw that was ...
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... took an active part in the union of Wales with England , and is sup posed to have dictated the petition of his countrymen to Henry the Eighth . The Rev. T. Price , of Crickhowell . conshire a valley which bears his name , Cwm Pwica 24 ...
... took an active part in the union of Wales with England , and is sup posed to have dictated the petition of his countrymen to Henry the Eighth . The Rev. T. Price , of Crickhowell . conshire a valley which bears his name , Cwm Pwica 24 ...
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... took with her her Prayer - book , opened , as she supposed , at the prayer for fine weather , and she fell asleep with the book folded in her little arms . At daybreak she found that she had been holding the prayer for rain to her ...
... took with her her Prayer - book , opened , as she supposed , at the prayer for fine weather , and she fell asleep with the book folded in her little arms . At daybreak she found that she had been holding the prayer for rain to her ...
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Seite 125 - Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear ; And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round, Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal.
Seite 125 - Glamis thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be What thou art promised. Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way. Thou wouldst be great, Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win. Thou'dst have, great Glamis, that which cries, "Thus thou must do, if thou have it, And that which rather thou dost fear to do Than wishest should...
Seite 133 - All causes shall give way : I am in blood Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er : Strange things I have in head, that will to hand ; Which must be acted ere they may be scann'd.
Seite 126 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me : I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Seite 51 - Pity it is, that the momentary beauties flowing from an harmonious elocution, cannot like those of poetry be their own record! That the animated graces of the player can live no longer than the instant breath and motion that presents them; or at best can but faintly glimmer through the memory, or imperfect attestation of a few surviving spectators.
Seite 130 - Are you a man ? MACB. Ay, and a bold one, that dare look on that Which might appal the devil. LADY M. O proper stuff ! This is the very painting of your fear : This is the air-drawn dagger which, you said, Led you to Duncan. O, these flaws and starts, Impostors to true fear, would well become A woman's story at a winter's fire, Authorized by her grandam. Shame itself ! Why do you make such faces ? When all 's done, You look but on a stool.
Seite 132 - Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
Seite 128 - Nought's had, all's spent, Where our desire is got without content : 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
Seite 131 - Till thou applaud the deed. Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond Which keeps me pale!— Light thickens; and the crow Makes wing to the rooky wood: Good things of day begin to droop and drowse; Whiles night's black agents to their preys do rouse...
Seite 127 - tis not done. The attempt, and not the deed, Confounds us. Hark ! I laid their daggers ready He could not miss them. Had he not resembled My father as he slept, I had done 't.