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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... soul easy stupor lack , When near the eastern limits of our chace I pass'd the frowning tower of Ruthergeld ! He hangs a helmet o'er his battlements , As tho ' he were the chief protecting Thane Of all the country round . I'll teach th ...
... soul easy stupor lack , When near the eastern limits of our chace I pass'd the frowning tower of Ruthergeld ! He hangs a helmet o'er his battlements , As tho ' he were the chief protecting Thane Of all the country round . I'll teach th ...
Page 117
... st thou , my Selred , read I there ? Of one sent down from heav'n in sov'reign pomp , To give into the hands of leagued priests All power to hold th ' immortal soul of man 13 A TRAGEDY . 117 Sel. Patience, good Thane! I meant to ...
... st thou , my Selred , read I there ? Of one sent down from heav'n in sov'reign pomp , To give into the hands of leagued priests All power to hold th ' immortal soul of man 13 A TRAGEDY . 117 Sel. Patience, good Thane! I meant to ...
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Joanna Baillie. All power to hold th ' immortal soul of man In everlasting thraldom ? O far otherwise ! ( taking Selred's hand with great earnestness . } Of one who health restored unto the sick , Who made the lame to walk , the blind to ...
Joanna Baillie. All power to hold th ' immortal soul of man In everlasting thraldom ? O far otherwise ! ( taking Selred's hand with great earnestness . } Of one who health restored unto the sick , Who made the lame to walk , the blind to ...
Page 119
... soul has wrapp'd itself , 1 And from the means is heedless of the end . If I've done wrong , I do repent me of it . And now , good Selred , as thou'st seen me fight Like a brave chief , and still in th ' honour'd cause , By that good ...
... soul has wrapp'd itself , 1 And from the means is heedless of the end . If I've done wrong , I do repent me of it . And now , good Selred , as thou'st seen me fight Like a brave chief , and still in th ' honour'd cause , By that good ...
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... soul within , what should impel it ? Ah ! but occasion , like th ' unveiling moon Which calls the advent'rer forth , did shine on them ! I sit i'the shade ! no star - beam falls on me ! ( Bursts into tears and throws himself back ...
... soul within , what should impel it ? Ah ! but occasion , like th ' unveiling moon Which calls the advent'rer forth , did shine on them ! I sit i'the shade ! no star - beam falls on me ! ( Bursts into tears and throws himself back ...
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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!
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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...