The Last Essays of Elia: Being a Sequel to Essays Published Under that Name, الجزء 2Edward Moxon, 1833 - 283 من الصفحات |
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... actor appears wholly unconscious of the presence of spectators . In tragedy - in all which is to affect the feelings - this undivided atten- tion to his stage business , seems indispensable . Yet it is , in fact , dispensed with every ...
... actor appears wholly unconscious of the presence of spectators . In tragedy - in all which is to affect the feelings - this undivided atten- tion to his stage business , seems indispensable . Yet it is , in fact , dispensed with every ...
الصفحة 23
... actor in a perpetual sub - insinuation to us , the spectators , even in the extremity of the shaking fit , that he was not half such a coward as we took him for ? We saw all the common symptoms of the malady upon him ; the quivering lip ...
... actor in a perpetual sub - insinuation to us , the spectators , even in the extremity of the shaking fit , that he was not half such a coward as we took him for ? We saw all the common symptoms of the malady upon him ; the quivering lip ...
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... actor , by a sort of sub - reference , rather than direct appeal to us , disarms the character of a great deal of its odiousness , by seeming to engage our compas- sion for the insecure tenure by which he holds his money bags and ...
... actor , by a sort of sub - reference , rather than direct appeal to us , disarms the character of a great deal of its odiousness , by seeming to engage our compas- sion for the insecure tenure by which he holds his money bags and ...
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... actor . Nothing could be more earnest or true than the manner of Mr. Emery ; this told excellently in his Tyke , and characters of a tragic cast . But when he carried the same rigid exclusiveness of attention to the stage business , and ...
... actor . Nothing could be more earnest or true than the manner of Mr. Emery ; this told excellently in his Tyke , and characters of a tragic cast . But when he carried the same rigid exclusiveness of attention to the stage business , and ...
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... actor holding himself aloof from all participation or concern with those who are come to be diverted by him . Macbeth must see the dagger , and no ear but his own be told of it ; but an old fool in farce may think he sees something ...
... actor holding himself aloof from all participation or concern with those who are come to be diverted by him . Macbeth must see the dagger , and no ear but his own be told of it ; but an old fool in farce may think he sees something ...
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admirable Æneid appeared April Fool artist Barbara beautiful better Charles Kemble child common conceit confess countenance day's pleasuring desk discommendable doth dreams EDWARD MOXON face fancy feel genius gentleman grace guests half hand head heard heart honour hour humour imagination JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES knew lady late less look Lord Margate Maurice of Nassau ment mighty Milton mind morning mortal Muscat grape Muse nature ness never night notion occasion once passion perhaps person play pleasant pleasure poet poor present Prince remember right hand path ROBERT WILLIAM ELLISTON scarce seemed seen sense sick sight Sir Philip Sydney sleep Somerset House sort speak spirit STELLA's sure sweet taste Temple thee thing thou thought tion told true walk watchet week wish wonder young youth
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الصفحة 174 - In the same hour came forth fingers of a man's hand, and wrote over against the candlestick upon the plaster of the wall of the king's palace: and the king saw the part of the hand that wrote.
الصفحة 142 - COME, sleep ; O sleep ! the certain knot of peace, The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, The indifferent judge between the high and low ; With shield of proof, shield me from out the prease Of those fierce darts despair at me doth throw.
الصفحة 151 - To hear him speak, and sweetly smile, You were in Paradise the while. A sweet attractive kind of grace ; A full assurance given by looks ; Continual comfort in a face, The lineaments of Gospel books — I trow that count'nance cannot lye, Whose thoughts are legible in the eye.
الصفحة 144 - Townsfolk my strength ; a daintier judge applies His praise to sleight, which from good use doth rise ; Some lucky wits impute it but to chance ; Others, because of both sides I do take My blood from them, who did excel in this, Think Nature me a man of arms did make. How far they shot awry ! the true cause is, STELLA looked on, and from her heavenly face Sent forth the beams which made so fair my race.
الصفحة 149 - Despair at me doth throw; 0 make in me those civil wars to cease : 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed ; A chamber, deaf to noise, and blind to light; A rosy garland, and a weary head.
الصفحة 97 - For the first day or two I felt stunned, overwhelmed. I could only apprehend my felicity ; I was too confused to taste it sincerely. I wandered about, thinking I was happy, and knowing that I was not. I was in the condition of a prisoner in the old Bastile, suddenly let loose after a forty years
الصفحة 146 - ... what they mean by it ; And this I swear by blackest brook of hell, I am no pick-purse of another's wit. How falls it then, that with so smooth an ease My thoughts I speak, and what I speak doth flow In verse, and that my verse best wits doth please ? Guess me the cause — what is it thus?
الصفحة 148 - By no encroachment wrong'd, nor time forgot ; Nor blamed for blood, nor shamed for sinful deed. And that you know, I envy you no lot Of highest wish, I wish you so much bliss, Hundreds of years you STELLA'S feet may kiss.
الصفحة 276 - It is a mockery, all that is reported of the influential Phoebus. No true poem ever owed its birth to the sun's light. They are abstracted works — " Things that were born, when none but the still night, And his dumb candle, saw his pinching throes.
الصفحة 98 - Bastile, suddenly let loose after a forty years' confinement. I could scarce trust myself with myself. It was like passing out of Time into Eternity, — for it is a sort of Eternity for a man to have his Time all to himself. It seemed to me that I had more time on my hands than I could ever manage. From a poor man, poor in Time, I was suddenly lifted up into a vast revenue ; I could see no end of my possessions ; I wanted some steward, or judicious bailiff, to manage my estates in Time for me. And...