Dramatic Masterpieces by Greek, Spanish, French, German, and English Dramatists: Faust, by J.W. von Goethe. The rivals, by R.B. Sheridan. Mary Stuart, by F. von Schiller. A doll's house, by H. Ibsen. Les pattes de mouche, by V. SardouCo-operative Publication Society, 1900 |
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... course , Into the hostile ranks to break , Or , when the loveliest damsels hang by force , With amorous clinging , from your neck , When swift your wingèd steps advance To where the racer's prize invites you , Or , after hours of ...
... course , Into the hostile ranks to break , Or , when the loveliest damsels hang by force , With amorous clinging , from your neck , When swift your wingèd steps advance To where the racer's prize invites you , Or , after hours of ...
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... course in vain ; Ev'n now the sea spreads out its shimmering bays , And charms the sense with ectasy of gaze . Yet seems the god at length to sink ; But , borne by this new impulse of my mind , I hasten on , his quenchless ray to drink ...
... course in vain ; Ev'n now the sea spreads out its shimmering bays , And charms the sense with ectasy of gaze . Yet seems the god at length to sink ; But , borne by this new impulse of my mind , I hasten on , his quenchless ray to drink ...
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... course Of the great stream of things was shaped by FORCE . But even here , before I lift my pen , A voice of warning bids me try again . At length , at length , the Spirit helps my need , I write " In the beginning was the DEED . " Wilt ...
... course Of the great stream of things was shaped by FORCE . But even here , before I lift my pen , A voice of warning bids me try again . At length , at length , the Spirit helps my need , I write " In the beginning was the DEED . " Wilt ...
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... course direct ; Thus in due season I expect , When bodies perish , Light will perish too . FAUST . - Hold ! now I know thy worthy duties all ! Unable to annihilate wholesale , Thy mischief now thou workest by retail . MEPHISTOPHELES ...
... course direct ; Thus in due season I expect , When bodies perish , Light will perish too . FAUST . - Hold ! now I know thy worthy duties all ! Unable to annihilate wholesale , Thy mischief now thou workest by retail . MEPHISTOPHELES ...
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... the morn from sleep , And bitter tears might often weep , To see the day , when its dull course is run , That brings to fruit not one small wish - not one ! That , with capricious criticising , Each taste of joy 50 GOETHE.
... the morn from sleep , And bitter tears might often weep , To see the day , when its dull course is run , That brings to fruit not one small wish - not one ! That , with capricious criticising , Each taste of joy 50 GOETHE.
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ABSOLUTE.-Oh arms believe Beverley blood BURLEIGH Busonier Captain Absolute Chinon Christina CLARISSE Colomba comes dance dare DAVISON dear dear Nora death deed devil Doctor Rank door duty Earl of Leicester ELIZABETH England Enter Exit eyes faith father Faulkland FAUST fear feel gentleman give hand happy hast hate hath hear heard heart heaven HELMER honor hope husband Jack Julia KROGSTAD lady LEICESTER letter LINDEN live look Lord Lydia ma'am madame Mademoiselle Malaprop MARGARET Marquesas Islands marriage Marthe MARY matter MELVIL MEPHISTOPHELES MEPHISTOPHELES.-I MORTIMER never night NORA o'er O'KELLY once paper PAUL PAULET poor PROSPER PROSPER.-I PROSPER.-Yes Queen round Scene servant Shrewsbury Sir Anthony Sir Lucius SOLANGE soul speak spirit stand sure SUZANNE sweet tell thee there's thing THIRION thou thought to-day Torvald Vanhove wife wish woman word young Zounds
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201 ÆäÀÌÁö - Come, come, there must be no passion at all in the case ; these things should always be done civilly. Acres. I must be in a passion, Sir Lucius — I must be in a rage. Dear Sir Lucius, let me be in a rage, if you love me. Come, here's pen and paper. (Sits down to write.) I would the ink were red ! Indite, I say, indite ! How shall I begin ? Odds bullets and blades ! I'll write a good bold hand, however. Sir Luc.
216 ÆäÀÌÁö - Pray, sir, be easy ; the quarrel is a very pretty quarrel as it stands ; we should only spoil it by trying to explain it. However, your memory is very short, or you could not have forgot an affront you passed on me within this week. — So, no more, but name your time and place.
229 ÆäÀÌÁö - Why, you may think there's no being shot at without a little risk, and if an unlucky bullet should carry a quietus with it— I say it will be no time then to be bothering you about family matters.
179 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'll tell you what, Jack — I mean, you dog — if you don't, by Capt. A. What, Sir, promise to link myself to some mass of ugliness ; to Sir A. Zounds ! sirrah ! the lady shall be as ugly as I choose : she shall have a hump on each shoulder ; she shall be as crooked as the crescent ; her one eye shall roll like the bull's in Cox's museum ; she shall have a skin like a mummy, and the beard of a Jew — She shall be all this, sirrah ! yet I'll make you ogle her all day, and sit up all night, to write...
177 ÆäÀÌÁö - I did not expect it, for I was going to write to you on a little matter of business. Jack, I have been considering that I grow old and infirm, and shall probably not trouble you long. Abs. Pardon me, sir, I never saw you look more strong and hearty; and I pray frequently that you may continue so.
207 ÆäÀÌÁö - Why, thou perverse one ! — tell me what you can object to him ? Isn't he a handsome man ? — tell me that. A genteel man ? a pretty figure of a man ? Lyd.
196 ÆäÀÌÁö - By Heavens! I would fling all goods of fortune from me with a prodigal hand, to enjoy the scene where I might clasp my Lydia to my bosom, and say, the world affords no smile to me but here — [Embracing her.] If she holds out now, the devil is in it! [Aside. Lyd. Now could I fly with him to the antipodes! but my persecution is not yet come to a crisis.
170 ÆäÀÌÁö - My absence may fret her; her anxiety for my return, her fears for me may oppress her gentle temper ; and for her health, does not every hour bring me cause to be alarmed...
186 ÆäÀÌÁö - Malaprop! Languish! I don't remember ever to have heard the names before. Yet, stay — I think I do recollect something. Languish!
179 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sir, I wont hear a word, not a word ! not, one word ! so give me your promise by a nod, and I'll tell you what, Jack — I mean, you dog — if you don't, by Capt.