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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... with youth's rekindled fire , Tear follows tear , where long no tear hath been ; The thing I am fades into distance gray ; ' And the pale Past stands out a clear to - day . PRELUDE AT THE THEATRE MANAGER . - Ye twain , GOETHE.
... with youth's rekindled fire , Tear follows tear , where long no tear hath been ; The thing I am fades into distance gray ; ' And the pale Past stands out a clear to - day . PRELUDE AT THE THEATRE MANAGER . - Ye twain , GOETHE.
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... things that will not wed With jarring dissonance resound , Who guides with living pulse the rhythmic flow Of powers that make sweet music as they go ? Who consecrates each separate limb and soul To beat in glorious concert with the ...
... things that will not wed With jarring dissonance resound , Who guides with living pulse the rhythmic flow Of powers that make sweet music as they go ? Who consecrates each separate limb and soul To beat in glorious concert with the ...
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... thing of flame ? I am that Faust , and Spirit is my name ! Where life's floods flow SPIRIT.- And its tempests rave , Up and down I wave , Flit I to and fro ! Birth and the grave , Life's hidden glow , A shifting motion , A boundless ...
... thing of flame ? I am that Faust , and Spirit is my name ! Where life's floods flow SPIRIT.- And its tempests rave , Up and down I wave , Flit I to and fro ! Birth and the grave , Life's hidden glow , A shifting motion , A boundless ...
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... thing we use not a dead burden lies , But what the moment brings the wise man knows to prize . But what is this ? there in the corner ; why Does that flask play the magnet to mine eye ? And why within me does this strange light shine ...
... thing we use not a dead burden lies , But what the moment brings the wise man knows to prize . But what is this ? there in the corner ; why Does that flask play the magnet to mine eye ? And why within me does this strange light shine ...
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... thing we call our soul should into nothing flow ! Now come thou forth ! thou crystal goblet clear , From out thy worshipful old case , Where thou hast lain unused this many a year . In days of yore right gayly didst thou grace The ...
... thing we call our soul should into nothing flow ! Now come thou forth ! thou crystal goblet clear , From out thy worshipful old case , Where thou hast lain unused this many a year . In days of yore right gayly didst thou grace The ...
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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.