A series of plays, in which it is attempted to delineate the stronger passions of the mind [by J. Baillie, Volume 21802 |
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... Thou'st spoilt the youth . Eth . I've spoilt the youth ! What think'st thou then of me ? Sel . I not believe that thou at dead of night Unto dark spirits say'st unholy rhymes ; Nor that the torch , on holy altars burnt , Sinks into ...
... Thou'st spoilt the youth . Eth . I've spoilt the youth ! What think'st thou then of me ? Sel . I not believe that thou at dead of night Unto dark spirits say'st unholy rhymes ; Nor that the torch , on holy altars burnt , Sinks into ...
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Joanna Baillie. Sel . Patience , good Thane ! I meant to speak thy praise . Eth . My praise , say'st thou ? Sel . Thy praise . I would have said , " That he who in the field so oft hath fought , So bravely fought , and still in the ...
Joanna Baillie. Sel . Patience , good Thane ! I meant to speak thy praise . Eth . My praise , say'st thou ? Sel . Thy praise . I would have said , " That he who in the field so oft hath fought , So bravely fought , and still in the ...
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... thou would'st take an infant on thy lap And lesson him with his own artless tale . Of one so mighty That he did say unto the raging sea " Be thou at peace " and it obey'd his voice , Yet bow'd himself unto the painful death That we ...
... thou would'st take an infant on thy lap And lesson him with his own artless tale . Of one so mighty That he did say unto the raging sea " Be thou at peace " and it obey'd his voice , Yet bow'd himself unto the painful death That we ...
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... thou art ! broad is thy chest : Stretch forth , I pray , that arm of mighty deeds . ( Ethw . smiles and stretches ... say'st thou so ? Yes , I will keep thy pledge . Perhaps my arm - Ah no ! it will not be ! But what returning token can ...
... thou art ! broad is thy chest : Stretch forth , I pray , that arm of mighty deeds . ( Ethw . smiles and stretches ... say'st thou so ? Yes , I will keep thy pledge . Perhaps my arm - Ah no ! it will not be ! But what returning token can ...
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... Thou putt'st thy hand above thy sunned eyes : Dost thou descry them ? First Ser . Mercy , gentle Lady ! If you ... say ye ? Sig . No , it is Selred . ( Enter Selred with followers , and looks up to 142 ETHWALD :
... Thou putt'st thy hand above thy sunned eyes : Dost thou descry them ? First Ser . Mercy , gentle Lady ! If you ... say ye ? Sig . No , it is Selred . ( Enter Selred with followers , and looks up to 142 ETHWALD :
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Alwy arms art thou beneath Bertha bleffed blood brave breast Britons Cairl castle chief CONJUROR CONSTANTINE dark deeds doft dost thou doth Dwina e'en Elburga Enter Ethwald Ethelbert Ethw ev'n ev'ry Exeunt Exit eyes fafely fearful fhall fight flaves fome foul friends ftill fuch fultan gen'rous gentle hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Hereulf HEUGHO Hexulf holy honour honour'd horrid JUSTINIANI king king of Mercia laſt look Lord LUCIA MAHOMET maid MARTHON Mercian methinks moſt muſt night noble o'er Ongar OSMIR Oswal OTHORIC OTHUS pause peace PETRONIUS pray RODRIGO round royal Saint Alban say'st thou SCENE Selred Seneschal ſhall smiling soldiers soul ſpeak stage ſtill sword Thane thee theſe thine things thoſe thou art thou hast thoughts thro tower TURK turning unto VALERIA valiant voice walls warlike warriour whilst
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Page 253 - He who will not give Some portion of his ease, his blood, his wealth, For others' good, is a poor frozen churl.
Page 271 - reft e'en of the form of men, Who in convulsive motion yet retain Some shreds of life more horrible than death: I've heard their groans, oh, oh!
Page 305 - The sage a conning o'er his book ; The tired wight, in rushy nook, Who half asleep, but faintly hears The gossip's tale hum in his...
Page 341 - I speak to empty air : it can be nothing. Is it not some delusion of the eyes ? [rubbing his eyes very hard, and rousing himself.} Ah ! still the hideous semblance is before me, Plain as at first. I cannot suffer this ! (runs to the lamps, and...
Page 286 - Do the sweet hamlets in their bushy dells Send winding up to heaven their curling smoke On the soft morning air? Do the flocks bleat, and the wild creatures bound In antic happiness ? and mazy birds Wing the mid air in lightly skimming bands ? Ay, all this is ; men do behold all this ; The poorest man. Even in this lonely vault, My dark and narrow world, oft do I hear The crowing of the cock so near my walls, And sadly think how small a space divides me From all this fair creation.
Page 190 - ... had reduced his age from thirty to twenty-one. Altogether it was a great night for Gaul, and thereupon the victorious Mme. Bernhardt, much encouraged, invaded England with her popinjay Hamlet, and actually exhibited him in the Shakespeare Memorial Theatre at Stratford-upon-Avon. VI. MACBETH.
Page 305 - Say, sweet carol, who are they Who cheerly greet the rising day ? Little birds in leafy bower ; Swallows twitt'ring on the tower; Larks upon the light air borne ; Hunters rous'd with shrilly horn ; The woodman whistling on his way ; The new-wak'd child at early play.
Page 286 - In all his beauteous robes of flecker'd clouds, And ruddy vapours, and deep glowing flames, And softly varied shades, look gloriously ? Do the green woods dance to the wind ? the lakes Cast up their sparkling waters to the light ? Do the sweet hamlets in their bushy dells Send winding up to heaven their curling smoke On the soft morning air ? Do the flocks bleat, and the wild creatures bound In antic happiness?
Page 337 - Have spent my peaceful days, and shar'd my crust With her who would have cheer'd me, rather far Than on this throne ; but, being what I am, I'll be it nobly.
Page 270 - So thus ye lie, who with the morning sun liose cheerily, and girt your armour on With all the vigour, and capacity, And comeliness, of strong and youthful men : Ye also, taken in your manhood's wane, With grizzled pates, from mates whose wither'd hands For some good thirty years had...