The Dramatic Works of James Sheridan Knowles, Volume 1

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Page 170 - Scaling yonder peak, I saw an eagle wheeling near its brow, 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.
Page 186 - I sat In my boat at night, when 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...
Page 226 - GES. Let him have another. TELL. Why, 'tis better than the first, But yet not good enough for such an aim As I'm to take — 'tis heavy in the shaft; I'll not shoot with it! (Throws it away.) Let me see my quiver. Bring it!
Page 223 - GES. That is your ground. Now shall they measure thence A hundred paces. Take the distance. TELL. Is the line a true one ? GES. True or not, what is't to thee? TELL. What is't to me? A little thing, A very little thing — a yard or two Is nothing here or there — were it a wolf I shot at.
Page 225 - Tell. How looks he? Ver. Clear and smilingly. If you doubt it, look yourself. Tell. No, no, my friend : To hear it is enough. Ver. He bears himself so much above his years — Tell. I know ! I know ! Ver. With constancy so modest — Tell. I was sure he would — Ver.
Page 224 - I cannot see to shoot against the sun — I will not shoot against the sun! Ges. Give him his way! Thou hast cause to bless my mercy. Tell. I shall remember it.
Page 219 - Ges. I would see you make A trial of your skill with that same bow You shoot so well with. Tell.
Page 347 - 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...
Page 359 - I'll change my treatment of him. Cross him, where Before I used to humour him. He comes, Poring upon a book.
Page 186 - I have thought of other lands, whose storms Are summer flaws to those of mine, and just Have wished me there, — the thought that mine was free Has checked that wish, and I have raised my head, And cried in thraldom to that furious wind, " Blow on ! This is the land of liberty...

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