Seven Plays: As Performed by Madame Helena Modjeska (Countess Bozena)Hasselman-Journal, 1883 - 454 Seiten |
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... too good for me : I remember it well . ' Tis since the earthquake now fifteen years ; And she was wean'd , I never shall forget it , — My lord and you were then at Mantua : - She then could stand alone ; nay , by the rood , She could have ...
... too good for me : I remember it well . ' Tis since the earthquake now fifteen years ; And she was wean'd , I never shall forget it , — My lord and you were then at Mantua : - She then could stand alone ; nay , by the rood , She could have ...
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... so near me ! We are BRIG . We shall ... being here . I thought that if she could only see her boy it would do her more ... had followed you to Venice , when I heard you had gone , hoping to prevent harm . I ar- rived a few hours after you had ...
... so near me ! We are BRIG . We shall ... being here . I thought that if she could only see her boy it would do her more ... had followed you to Venice , when I heard you had gone , hoping to prevent harm . I ar- rived a few hours after you had ...
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... then the love Which teacheth me , that thou and I were one . Shall we be ... more than common tall , That I did suit me all points like a man ? A gallant ... alone to woo him : Let's away , And get our jewels and our wealth together ...
... then the love Which teacheth me , that thou and I were one . Shall we be ... more than common tall , That I did suit me all points like a man ? A gallant ... alone to woo him : Let's away , And get our jewels and our wealth together ...
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... When we are alone you are more sentimental than jocular - mild as a lamb and tender as a turtle dove . Imagine he wanted to make me leave my beautiful rooms , and my balcony , where I have planted a geranium , the first flower Gustave ...
... When we are alone you are more sentimental than jocular - mild as a lamb and tender as a turtle dove . Imagine he wanted to make me leave my beautiful rooms , and my balcony , where I have planted a geranium , the first flower Gustave ...
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... have ar- ranged it all unknown to you ; and so this , then , was the secret of the letter . CAM . Well , now , that you are satisfied , and know all , let us part . ARM . Part ? CAM . Your father will be here , you remember , and I ...
... have ar- ranged it all unknown to you ; and so this , then , was the secret of the letter . CAM . Well , now , that you are satisfied , and know all , let us part . ARM . Part ? CAM . Your father will be here , you remember , and I ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Armand art thou ARVIR BARONESS BELAR BENVOLIO BRIG Brigard Burleigh Camille CAPULET Carlsruhe CLOTEN CLOWN Crosses CYMBEL Cymbeline dear death doth DUKE ELIZ END OF ACT Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear fool Frou Frou gentleman Gilberte give GUIDERIUS hand happy hath hear heart heaven HELENA MODJESKA honour IACH Iachimo Illyria IMOGEN JAQUES Juliet kiss LADY CAP leave LEICES Leicester letter LOCRINE look lord Lord Leicester Louise Madame Malvolio marry MARY Mdlle Mercutio mistress MORT Nanine never night NURSE OLYM Orlando Paris Paulet Pauline PISAN Pisanio poor POST Posthumus pray Queen Romeo Rosalind Sartorys SCENE Sir Andrew Sir Toby Sits speak sweet tell thank thee thing thou art thou hast to-night TOUCH Tybalt Valreas Varville villain wilt woman youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 44 - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Seite 57 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Seite 10 - The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in...
Seite 11 - O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: For nought so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give, Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse: Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied; And vice sometimes by action dignified.
Seite 17 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Seite 6 - O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Seite 29 - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day : It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear ; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Seite 11 - Under an oak whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood : To the which place a poor...
Seite 17 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i...
Seite 6 - But, soft ! what light through yonder window breaks ? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid are far more fair than she...