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Strona 33
... Bourne , a pale , melancholy look- ing man , doing his best to appear romantic , who having failed to make any figure in Parliament , had thrown himself upon literature for distinction . He was a man of independent property , and could ...
... Bourne , a pale , melancholy look- ing man , doing his best to appear romantic , who having failed to make any figure in Parliament , had thrown himself upon literature for distinction . He was a man of independent property , and could ...
Strona 34
George Henry Lewes. " Quite right ! " said Bourne , vehemently ; " such trash ! but it's just like the managers to bring out this stuff . What annoyed me was to see a parcel of stupid fellows friends of the author - who went purposely to ...
George Henry Lewes. " Quite right ! " said Bourne , vehemently ; " such trash ! but it's just like the managers to bring out this stuff . What annoyed me was to see a parcel of stupid fellows friends of the author - who went purposely to ...
Strona 36
... Bourne , " that blame , however just and temperate , will not exasperate an author . " " The surgeon and the assassin both use the knife , " said Ranthorpe ; " the one with kindness and science , the other with wantonness and malice ...
... Bourne , " that blame , however just and temperate , will not exasperate an author . " " The surgeon and the assassin both use the knife , " said Ranthorpe ; " the one with kindness and science , the other with wantonness and malice ...
Strona 126
... Bourne to talk , " he said to Joyce one day ; " I know very well that a good play is sure to suc- ceed , and of course I fancy my play will be good . Bourne's plays have been unanimously refused , no doubt . No wonder ; but I cannot see ...
... Bourne to talk , " he said to Joyce one day ; " I know very well that a good play is sure to suc- ceed , and of course I fancy my play will be good . Bourne's plays have been unanimously refused , no doubt . No wonder ; but I cannot see ...
Strona 130
... Bourne , Ranthorpe was to read his play . Joyce and Wynton had seen it in manuscript . The candles were snuffed - the author coughed the manuscript was bent backwards- and the auditors looked becomingly serious . The subject was ...
... Bourne , Ranthorpe was to read his play . Joyce and Wynton had seen it in manuscript . The candles were snuffed - the author coughed the manuscript was bent backwards- and the auditors looked becomingly serious . The subject was ...
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actors admire affection answer asked BARRY CORNWALL BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER beauty became believe bitter Bourne calm CHAPTER charm costermonger dear delight despair dream exclaimed eyes face Fanny father fears feel felt Florence Wilmington forget friends Fulvia gazed genius GIACOMO LEOPARDI give Göthe grief hand Hans Place happy Hawbucke heard heart hope husband idea imagination Isola jealousy Joyce knew Lady Wilmington little Walter lived look lover manner marriage melancholy mind miserable murder nature never night Oliver once painful passion Percy Ranthorpe play poems poet Quintus Curtius racter Ranthorpe's rapture replied Rivière scene seemed servant Shakspeare silence Sir Frederick smile sophism sorrow soul spect struggle suffered suspicion tears tell theatre thing Thornton thought tion turned Understrappers utter vanity voice walked Waterloo Bridge wife woman Wynton young younker youth
Popularne fragmenty
Strona 112 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide ; To lose good days that might be better spent ; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow ; To feed on hope ; to pine with fear and sorrow ; To have thy Prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Strona 348 - Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman ; Though they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark How far, perhaps, they rue it.
Strona 150 - How like a younker or a prodigal The scarfed bark puts from her native bay, Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind...
Strona 145 - ... accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed, that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Strona 138 - Y cuando he de escribir una comedia, Encierro los preceptos con seis llaves; Saco a Terencio y Plauto de mi estudio. Para que no me den voces; que suele Dar gritos la verdad en libros mudos; Y escribo por el arte que inventaron Los que el vulgar aplauso pretendieron; Porque, como las paga el vulgo, es justo Hablarle en necio para darle gusto.
Strona 3 - The fountains of divine philosophy Fled not his thirsting lips : and all of great Or good or lovely which the sacred past In truth or fable consecrates he felt And knew.
Strona 278 - And in my heart, fair angel, chaste and wise. I love you ! Start not, speak not, answer not; I love you, — nay, let me speak the rest; Bid me to swear, and I will call to record The host of Heaven.
Strona 180 - A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear— 0 Lady!
Strona 195 - Miserable creature! If thou persist in this, 'tis damnable. Dost thou imagine, thou canst slide on blood, And not be tainted with a shameful fall ? Or, like the black and melancholic yew-tree, Dost think to root thyself in dead men's graves, And yet to prosper ? Instruction to thee Comes like sweet showers to o'er-harden'd ground ; They wet, but pierce not deep.
Strona 83 - Thy worthless copper shows thee counterfeit. It grieves me not to see how foul thou art, But mads me that ever I thought thee fair. Go, get thee gone, a copesmate for thy hinds ; I am too good to be thy favourite.