Essays and Tales in Prose: The story of the back-room window. A chapter of fragments. The usher. Monsieur de Bearn. The happy day. On English tragedy. On English poetry. Four dramatic scenesTicknor, Reed, and Fields, 1853 |
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... Henry of Navarre ? La Brice . What fellow is that lurking by the side of the fire ? Host . ' Tis only a traveller , Monsieur . M. DE BEARN . 59.
... Henry of Navarre ? La Brice . What fellow is that lurking by the side of the fire ? Host . ' Tis only a traveller , Monsieur . M. DE BEARN . 59.
Page 62
... Henry of Navarre ? Host . [ Aside to Bearn . ] Mon ami ! Let me advise you . You will have a stone pillow to sleep on , if you go on this way much longer . M. Bearn . Peace , woman ! - Now , Sirs , awake your wits , and listen to our ...
... Henry of Navarre ? Host . [ Aside to Bearn . ] Mon ami ! Let me advise you . You will have a stone pillow to sleep on , if you go on this way much longer . M. Bearn . Peace , woman ! - Now , Sirs , awake your wits , and listen to our ...
Page 63
... Henry IV . Stay ! - Hold your hands , gentlemen . Had I come hither as Henry of Navarre , these men would have earned the penalties of treason : but as it is , a somewhat milder penance will suffice . You , Sir , La Brice ! Stand forth ...
... Henry IV . Stay ! - Hold your hands , gentlemen . Had I come hither as Henry of Navarre , these men would have earned the penalties of treason : but as it is , a somewhat milder penance will suffice . You , Sir , La Brice ! Stand forth ...
Page 121
... Henry of Navarre . ' Tis the main beam in all that mighty engine Which now begins to move- Guise . I have it , and methinks it looks like D'Alva . I see the very motion of his beard , His opening nostrils , and his dropping lids ; I ...
... Henry of Navarre . ' Tis the main beam in all that mighty engine Which now begins to move- Guise . I have it , and methinks it looks like D'Alva . I see the very motion of his beard , His opening nostrils , and his dropping lids ; I ...
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Page 163 - She, as a veil down to the slender waist, Her unadorned golden tresses wore...
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Page 158 - Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes, Brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose On this afflicted prince. Fall like a cloud In gentle showers: give nothing that is loud Or painful to his slumbers : easy, sweet, And as a purling stream, thou son of Night, Pass by his troubled senses ; sing his pain Like hollow murmuring wind, or silver rain : Into this prince, gently, oh gently slide, And kiss him into slumbers, like a bride.
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Page 168 - Sworn by his sire, a mortal foe to Rome, So Shadwell swore, nor should his vow be vain. That he till death true dulness would maintain; And, in his father's right, and realm's defence, Ne'er to have peace with wit, nor truce with sense.
Page 168 - How can I praise or blame, and not offend, Or how divide the frailty from the friend? Her faults and virtues lie so mix'd that she Nor wholly stands condemn'd, nor wholly free.
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Page 114 - Do you not weep ? Other sins only speak ; murder shrieks out : The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens. Ferd. Cover her face ; mine eyes dazzle : she died young.
Page 13 - ... to none in that band of humorists, whose beautiful depth of cheerful feeling is the very poetry of mirth. In ease, grace, delicate sharpness of satire, in a felicity of touch which often surpasses the felicity of Addison, in a subtlety of insight which often reaches...
Page 152 - On Hellespont, guilty of true love's blood, In view and opposite two cities stood, Sea-borderers, disjoin'd by Neptune's might; The one Abydos, the other Sestos hight.