Osorio: A TragedyJohn Pearson, 1873 - 204 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 87
... flight of steps his children had worn up it With often clambering . OSORIO . Well , it may be so . SERVANT . Why , now I think on't , at this time of the year ' Tis hid by vines . OSORIO [ in a muttering voice ] . The cavern A TRAGEDY . 87.
... flight of steps his children had worn up it With often clambering . OSORIO . Well , it may be so . SERVANT . Why , now I think on't , at this time of the year ' Tis hid by vines . OSORIO [ in a muttering voice ] . The cavern A TRAGEDY . 87.
الصفحة 88
A Tragedy Samuel Taylor Coleridge. OSORIO [ in a muttering voice ] . The cavern - ay — the cavern . He cannot fail to find it . [ To the SERVANT . Where art going ? You must deliver to this Ferdinand A letter . Stay till I have written ...
A Tragedy Samuel Taylor Coleridge. OSORIO [ in a muttering voice ] . The cavern - ay — the cavern . He cannot fail to find it . [ To the SERVANT . Where art going ? You must deliver to this Ferdinand A letter . Stay till I have written ...
الصفحة 93
... cavern , dark except where a gleam of moonlight is seen on one side of the further end of it , supposed to be cast on it from a cranny in a part of the cavern out of sight . " FERDINAND alone , an extinguished torch in his hand ...
... cavern , dark except where a gleam of moonlight is seen on one side of the further end of it , supposed to be cast on it from a cranny in a part of the cavern out of sight . " FERDINAND alone , an extinguished torch in his hand ...
الصفحة 94
... cavern . In the meantime OSORIO enters with a torch and hollas to him . ] * crevice [ and so also in the stage - direction above ] .— Remorse . Any thing but this crash of water - drops ! These dull abortive sounds , that fret the ...
... cavern . In the meantime OSORIO enters with a torch and hollas to him . ] * crevice [ and so also in the stage - direction above ] .— Remorse . Any thing but this crash of water - drops ! These dull abortive sounds , that fret the ...
الصفحة 99
... cavern It were too bad a prison - house for goblins . Besides ( you'll laugh , * my lord ! ) but true it is , My last night's sleep was very sorely haunted By what had pass'd between us in the morning . I saw you in a thousand hideous ...
... cavern It were too bad a prison - house for goblins . Besides ( you'll laugh , * my lord ! ) but true it is , My last night's sleep was very sorely haunted By what had pass'd between us in the morning . I saw you in a thousand hideous ...
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ALBERT Alhad ALHADRA Alvar anguish art young assassination Brother of Zagri cavern Charles Lamb Coleridge Coleridge's coward curse dark dead dear Derwent Coleridge didst doth repent dream drip dungeon earth Exit faith fancy father fear feelings FERDINAND FOSTER-MOTHER FRANCESCO groan guilt hast hath hear heard heart Heaven honour husband innocent Isidore kill'd kneel to thee lady laugh let him live listening look Lord Velez Lyrical Ballads MARIA MAURICE mercy Monviedro moonlight Moorish Moresco murder murder'd NAOMI o'er omitted in Remorse Ordonio OSORIO pass'd pause picture play portrait preceding speeches published Remorse round S. T. Coleridge Samuel Taylor Coleridge scene seem'd servants soul speak speeches are omitted spirit stage strange sweet sword tale tears tears in Heaven tell Teresa thing thro torch tragedy truth Twas Twere Vald VALDEZ villain voice wild wizard woman young and innocent ZULIMEZ ᎪᏞᏴᎬᎡᎢ
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الصفحة 143 - And this place our forefathers made for man! This is the process of our love and wisdom, To each poor brother who offends against us — Most innocent, perhaps — and what if guilty? Is this the only cure? Merciful God? Each pore and natural outlet...
الصفحة 144 - With other ministrations thou, O Nature ! Healest thy wandering and distempered child : Thou pourest on him thy soft influences, Thy sunny hues, fair forms, and breathing sweets ; Thy melodies of woods, and winds, and waters ! Till he relent, and can no more endure To be a jarring and a dissonant thing Amid this general dance and minstrelsy ; But, bursting into tears, wins back his way, His angry spirit healed and harmonized By the benignant touch of love and beauty.
الصفحة 144 - Then we call in our pampered mountebanks : And this is their best cure ! uncomforted And friendless solitude, groaning and tears, And savage faces, at the clanking hour, Seen through the steam and vapours of his dungeon By the lamp's dismal twilight!
الصفحة 69 - Cease thy swift toils ! Since haply thou art one Of that innumerable company Who in broad circle, lovelier than the rainbow, Girdle this round earth in a dizzy motion.
الصفحة 114 - Leoni's younger brother Went likewise, and when he returned to Spain, He told Leoni, that the poor mad youth, Soon after they arrived in that new world, In spite of his dissuasion, seized a boat, And all alone, set sail by silent moonlight Up a great river, great as any sea, And ne'er was heard of more : but 'tis supposed,' He lived and died among the savage men.
الصفحة 181 - Say, I had laid a body in the sun ! Well ! in a month there swarm forth from the corse A thousand, nay, ten thousand sentient beings In place of that one man.
الصفحة 164 - Or came to see a youth with awkward art And shrill sharp pipe burlesque the woman's part. The very use, since so essential grown, Of painted scenes, was to his stage unknown. The air-blest castle, round whose wholesome crest, The martlet, guest of summer, chose her nest — The forest walks of Arden's fair domain, Where Jaques fed his solitary vein. No pencil's aid as yet had dared supply, Seen only by the intellectual eye.
الصفحة 70 - Hear, sweet spirit, hear the spell, Lest a blacker charm compel! So shall the midnight breezes swell With thy deep long-lingering knell.
الصفحة vi - Coleridge is gone over to Bowles with his tragedy, which he has finished to the middle of the fifth Act. He set off a week ago."* In the meantime, Wordsworth himself was hard at work on The Borderers.
الصفحة 166 - Remorse is as the heart in which it grows : If that be gentle, it drops balmy dews Of true repentance ; but if proud and gloomy, It is a poison-tree, that pierced to the inmost Weeps only tears of poison.