Self-glorification, a Chinese play for the times. Rebecca and her daughters, a comedy (in prose) for the times. Philip Basil; or, A poet's fate, a tragedy for the times. Remarks upon the presentation of the tragedy of "Martinuzzi", acted at the Theatre Royal LyceumIneditus, 1846 |
Términos y frases comunes
1ST BURGESS 1ST REBECCAITE 2ND BURGESS 2ND REBECCAITE Aloud ANNETTE Ap Griffith applause arms audience BASIL BASIL places bastinado Becca bless BLIGH blood breath Cadwallader Cardiganshire child coot COUNTESS COURTALL daughter dear death devil door dost drama dream EARL LEWIS END OF ACT Enter Exeunt Exit SIEFONG eyes FANSU father favour feel fool hand hast hath hear heard heart Heaven HONAN honour hope HORACE husband Hysyehu Isabel KAUTSU kneeling LADY NINNYHAM LAOTSEN LILIN look lord loud Martinuzzi Nankin never night o'er Odds buds opium PADDY pardon pause Pennallen play police poor pray Re-enter REBECCA Roland Griffith ROSETTA SCENE SERVANT SIAO SIR DAVID Sir Taffy soul speak Squire stands Stephens sure sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou art thought toll-house tombs tragedy turn Viceroy voice WALSINGHAM What's wife wilt word wretch YOUEN
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Página 79 - Mixed with clear silver sounds, till concord rose Full as the harmony of winds to heaven ; Yet sweet as nature's springtide melodies To some worn pilgrim, first, with glistening eyes, Greeting his native valley, whence the sounds Of rural gladness, herds, and bleating flocks, The chirp of birds, blithe voices, lowing kine, The dash of waters, reed, or rustic pipe, Blent with the dulcet distance-mellowed bell. Come, like the echo of his early joys. In every pause, from spirits in mid air, Responsive...
Página 227 - Rebellion ! foul, dishonouring word, Whose wrongful blight so oft has stain'd The holiest cause that tongue or sword Of mortal ever lost or gain'd. How many a spirit, born to bless, Hath sunk beneath that withering name, Whom but a day's — an hour's success Had wafted to eternal fame...
Página 161 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Página 205 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm: Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Página 156 - Oh! happy state! when souls each other draw, When love is liberty, and nature law: All then is full, possessing and possess'd, No craving void left aching in the breast: Ev'n thought meets thought, ere from the lips it part, And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart.
Página 206 - On the demise of a person of eminence, it is confidently averred that he had a hand "open as day to melting charity," and that "take him for all in all, we ne'er shall look upon his like again.
Página 262 - ... donatives, cast a more careless eye on these vulgar parts of felicity. It is a most unjust ambition, to desire to engross the mercies of the Almighty...
Página 79 - Deep strings struck in, and hoarser instruments, Mix'd with clear, silver sounds, till concord rose Full as the harmony of winds to heaven ; Yet sweet as nature's springtide melodies To some worn pilgrim, first with glistening eyes Greeting his native valley, whence the sounds Of rural gladness, herds, and bleating flocks, The chirp of birds, blithe voices, lowing kine, The dash of waters, reed, or rustic pipe, Blent with the dulcet, distance-mellow'd bell, Come, like the echo of his early joys.
Página 4 - ... solstice, ie the 5th of April. About that time (for a day or two before or after does not signify to them) the whole population of the town is seen trooping out in parties to the hills, to repair and sweep the tombs, and make offerings, leaving behind them, on their return home, long streamers of red and white paper, to mark the fulfilment of the rites. Whole ranges of hills, sprinkled with tombs, may at that season be seen covered with these testimonials of attention to the departed, fluttering...
Página 160 - Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.