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... interest , not so much , perhaps , from their own intrinsic value , as from the eminence of the person by whom they were expressed . He seemed to me competent to form some judgment of our distin- guished English actors ; for he ...
... interest , not so much , perhaps , from their own intrinsic value , as from the eminence of the person by whom they were expressed . He seemed to me competent to form some judgment of our distin- guished English actors ; for he ...
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... interest , as they are derived from an authentic source . The early acquaintance of Talma with Bonaparte originated from his passion for the stage . Talma had an opportunity of gratifying it , by giving him free admissions , when the ...
... interest , as they are derived from an authentic source . The early acquaintance of Talma with Bonaparte originated from his passion for the stage . Talma had an opportunity of gratifying it , by giving him free admissions , when the ...
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... interest to the performance . Talma soon left competition at an immense distance , and carried all the applauses of the house , which was crowded to excess . The deepest emotion was produced among the spectators , by the many references ...
... interest to the performance . Talma soon left competition at an immense distance , and carried all the applauses of the house , which was crowded to excess . The deepest emotion was produced among the spectators , by the many references ...
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... interests deeply my feelings and fate . The scene where my purchase first made its début I reserve for the next for the present adieu : I meant to add more , but I hear Papa call , So can only subscribe myself — Yours , Mary Ball ...
... interests deeply my feelings and fate . The scene where my purchase first made its début I reserve for the next for the present adieu : I meant to add more , but I hear Papa call , So can only subscribe myself — Yours , Mary Ball ...
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... interest and incident , and a feebleness in the delineation of character , which they did not altogether By the Rev. H. H. Milman , Professor of Belshazzar : a Dramatic Poem . Poetry in the University of Oxford . VOL . IV . No. 19 ...
... interest and incident , and a feebleness in the delineation of character , which they did not altogether By the Rev. H. H. Milman , Professor of Belshazzar : a Dramatic Poem . Poetry in the University of Oxford . VOL . IV . No. 19 ...
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530 ÆäÀÌÁö - She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
363 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ceremony, Not all these, laid in bed majestical, Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave, Who with a body fill'd and vacant mind Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread...
135 ÆäÀÌÁö - Though in their souls, which thus each other thwarted, Love was the very root of the fond rage Which blighted their life's bloom, and then departed: Itself expired, but leaving them an age Of years all winters, — war within themselves to wage.
38 ÆäÀÌÁö - Vanbrugh , and is a good example of his heavy though imposing style (*Lie heavy on him, Earth, for he Laid many a heavy load on thee"), with a Corinthian portico in the centre and two projecting wings.
399 ÆäÀÌÁö - The pattern grows, the well-depicted flower, Wrought patiently into the snowy lawn, Unfolds its bosom ; buds, and leaves, and sprigs, And curling tendrils, gracefully disposed, Follow the nimble finger of the fair — A wreath that cannot fade, of flowers that blow With most success when all besides decay.
443 ÆäÀÌÁö - ve sworn by our country's assaulters, By the virgins they 've dragg'd from our altars, By our massacred patriots, our children in chains, By our heroes of old and their blood in our veins, That living, we shall be victorious, Or that dying, our deaths shall be glorious. A breath of submission we breathe not; The sword that we 've drawn we will sheathe not ! Its scabbard is left where our martyrs are laid, And the vengeance of ages has whetted its blade.
443 ÆäÀÌÁö - AGAIN to the battle, Achaians ! Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance ; Our land, the first garden of Liberty's tree — It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free : For the cross of our faith is replanted, The pale dying crescent is daunted, And we march that the foot-prints of Mahomet's slaves May be washed out in blood from our forefathers
161 ÆäÀÌÁö - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
443 ÆäÀÌÁö - Till we've trampled the turban, and shown ourselves worth Being sprung from and named for the godlike of earth. Strike home, and the world shall revere us As heroes descended from heroes.
426 ÆäÀÌÁö - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o