The Dramatic Works of James Sheridan Knowles: Caius Gracchus. Virginius. William Tell. Alfred the Great. The hunchback. The wife. The beggar of Bethnal Green. The daughterG. Routledge, Warnes, & Routledge, 1859 |
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Page 136 - In my boat at night, wheu, midway o'er the lake, The stars went out, and down the mountain gorge The wind came roaring — I have sat and eyed The thunder breaking from his cloud, and smiled To see him shake his lightnings o'er my head, And think...
Page 123 - Ye crags and peaks, I'm with you once again ! I hold to you the hands you first beheld, To show they still are free. Methinks I hear A spirit in your echoes answer me, And bid your tenant welcome to his home Again! O sacred forms, how proud you look! How high you lift your heads into the sky ! How huge you are! how mighty and how free!
Page 173 - Tell. I'd have it at my back ! — The sun should shine Upon the mark, and not on him that shoots. I cannot see to shoot against the sun ! — I will not shoot against the sun ! Ges.
Page 124 - O'er the abyss. His broad expanded wings Lay calm and motionless upon the air, As if he floated there without their aid, By the sole act of his unlorded will, That buoyed him proudly up. Instinctively I bent my bow; yet kept he rounding still His airy circle, as in the delight Of measuring the ample range beneath And round about; absorbed, he heeded not The death that threatened him. I could not shoot— 'Twas Liberty! I turned my bow aside, And let him soar away!
Page 255 - A gentleman would see his lordship. Tin. How know you, sir, 'his lordship is at home ? Is he at home because he goes not out ? He's not at home, though there you see him, sir, Unless he certify that...
Page 322 - It is The land of beauty, and of grandeur, lady, Where looks the cottage out on a domain The palace cannot boast of. Seas of lakes, And hills of forests ! crystal waves that rise 'Midst mountains all of snow, and mock the sun, Returning him his flaming beams more thick And radiant than he sent them. — Torrents there Are bounding floods ! and there the tempest roams At large, in all the terrors of its glory...
Page 123 - O sacred forms, how proud you look ! How high you lift your heads into the sky ! How huge you are ! how mighty and how free ! Ye are the things that tower, that shine — whose smile Makes glad— whose frown is terrible — whose forms, Robed or unrobed, do all the impress wear Of awe divine.
Page 159 - Tell. Ay: They watch no more the avalanche. Ges. Why so? Tell. Because they look for thee. The hurricane Comes unawares upon them ; from its bed The torrent breaks, and finds them in its track. Ges. What do they then ? Tell. Thank Heaven it is not thou ! Thou hast perverted nature in them.
Page 154 - What ! — Ha ! — Beset by hares ! Ye men of Altorf, What fear ye ? See what things you fear — the shows And surfaces of men ! Why stand you wondering there ? Why look you on a man that's like yourselves, And see him do the deeds yourselves might do, And act them not ? Or know you not yourselves ? That ye are men ? — that ye have hearts and thoughts To feel and think the deeds of men, and hands To do them ? You...
Page 160 - Ges. Art married ? Tell Yes. Ges. And hast a family ? Tell. A son. Ges. A son ! Sarnem ! Sar. My lord, the boy ! [GESLER signs to SARNEM to keep silence, and whispering, sends him off. Tell The boy !— what boy ? Is't mine ? — and have they netted my young fledgeling? Now Heaven support me, if they have ! He'll own me, And share his father's ruin ! But a look Would put him on his guard — yet how to give it ! Now, heart, thy nerve : forget...