Life of Mrs. Siddons, Volumes 1-2Harper, 1834 - 260 pages |
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... Kembles of Wy- dell , in Wiltshire , a house of undoubted antiquity . I have not been able to prove this descent , even with the aid of my friend Mr. Young , of the Herald's College . But still 14 LIFE OF MRS . SIDDONS .
... Kembles of Wy- dell , in Wiltshire , a house of undoubted antiquity . I have not been able to prove this descent , even with the aid of my friend Mr. Young , of the Herald's College . But still 14 LIFE OF MRS . SIDDONS .
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Thomas Campbell. Mr. Young , of the Herald's College . But still I am not in- clined to disbelieve the general tradition , that their ancestors had once been wealthy and powerful . Their property , it was said , had been confiscated in ...
Thomas Campbell. Mr. Young , of the Herald's College . But still I am not in- clined to disbelieve the general tradition , that their ancestors had once been wealthy and powerful . Their property , it was said , had been confiscated in ...
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... young . 7. ANNE KEMBLE , born at Worcester , April , 1764. Alive in 1834 . 8. CATHERINE KEMBLE , born at Hereford , July 4 , 1765. Died very young . 9. LUCY KEMBLE , born at Worcester , July 28 , 1767. Died young . 10. HENRY KEMBLE ...
... young . 7. ANNE KEMBLE , born at Worcester , April , 1764. Alive in 1834 . 8. CATHERINE KEMBLE , born at Hereford , July 4 , 1765. Died very young . 9. LUCY KEMBLE , born at Worcester , July 28 , 1767. Died young . 10. HENRY KEMBLE ...
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... 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 almost equally audible . The savage took his punishment very quietly , and , after one ...
... 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 almost equally audible . The savage took his punishment very quietly , and , after one ...
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... Young Princess , by Miss Kem- ble , then approaching to fourteen ; Lady Fairfax , by Mrs. Kemble . Singing between the acts , by Mr. Fowler and Miss Kemble . In the April following , Master John Kemble is an- nounced as Philidel , in ...
... Young Princess , by Miss Kem- ble , then approaching to fourteen ; Lady Fairfax , by Mrs. Kemble . Singing between the acts , by Mr. Fowler and Miss Kemble . In the April following , Master John Kemble is an- nounced as Philidel , in ...
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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 132 - Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.