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... walked with contemptuous indifference through their parts , but have resented on the auditors present the absence of those who stayed away . It was a rule with me to make what profit I could out of a bad house , and before the most ...
... walked with contemptuous indifference through their parts , but have resented on the auditors present the absence of those who stayed away . It was a rule with me to make what profit I could out of a bad house , and before the most ...
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... walked into my bedroom in the deshabille which he wore on board the transport . His explanation was soon given . The ship had been driven back by contrary winds to Portsmouth , where several of the officers had gone on shore to lounge ...
... walked into my bedroom in the deshabille which he wore on board the transport . His explanation was soon given . The ship had been driven back by contrary winds to Portsmouth , where several of the officers had gone on shore to lounge ...
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... walked through the play . My attention was riveted upon him through the night in hope of some start of energy , some burst of passion , lighting up the dreary dulness of his cold recitation , but all was one gloomy un- broken level ...
... walked through the play . My attention was riveted upon him through the night in hope of some start of energy , some burst of passion , lighting up the dreary dulness of his cold recitation , but all was one gloomy un- broken level ...
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... walked with me to the Oxford Road , and pointed out the house to me . With the best face I could put on I went on my strange errand , and inquiring for the young lady , was ushered into the awful presence of an aunt . Aunts , from Mrs ...
... walked with me to the Oxford Road , and pointed out the house to me . With the best face I could put on I went on my strange errand , and inquiring for the young lady , was ushered into the awful presence of an aunt . Aunts , from Mrs ...
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William Charles Macready Sir Frederick Pollock. dinners in our pockets , and that we walked on before the coach , staying our hunger with biscuits , and keeping up our spirits by laughing at the straits to which we were reduced . I was ...
William Charles Macready Sir Frederick Pollock. dinners in our pockets , and that we walked on before the coach , staying our hunger with biscuits , and keeping up our spirits by laughing at the straits to which we were reduced . I was ...
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Popular passages
Page 387 - Action is transitory — a step, a blow. The motion of a muscle — this way or that — 'Tis done, and in the after-vacancy We wonder at ourselves like men betrayed : Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
Page 122 - I am distressed for thee, my brother Jonathan: very pleasant hast thou been unto me: thy love to me was wonderful, passing the love of women.
Page 182 - And in their silent faces did he read Unutterable love. Sound needed none, Nor any voice of joy ; his spirit drank The spectacle : sensation, soul, and form All melted into bun ; they swallowed up His animal being; in them did he live, And by them did he live ; they were his life. In such access of mind, in such high hour Of visitation from the living God, Thought was not ; in enjoyment it expired.
Page 84 - For ill can Poetry express Full many a tone of thought sublime, And Painting, mute and motionless, Steals but a glance of time. But by the mighty actor brought, Illusion's perfect triumphs come, — Verse ceases to be airy thought, And Sculpture to be dumb.
Page 74 - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Page 406 - The discretion of a man deferreth his anger ; and it is his glory to pass over a transgression.
Page 308 - I noted one odd saying of Lamb's, that " the last breath he drew in he wished might be through a pipe and exhaled in a pun.
Page 695 - To fathom the depths of character, to trace its latent motives, to feel its finest quiverings of emotion, to comprehend the thoughts that are hidden under words, and thus possess one's self of the actual mind of the individual man" — such was Macready's definition of the player's art ; and to this we may add the testimony of Talma.
Page 48 - With a spirit of fun that would have out-laughed Puck himself, there was a discrimination, an identity with her character, an artistic arrangement of the scene, that made all appear spontaneous and accidental, though elaborated with the greatest care. Her voice was one of the most melodious I ever heard, which she could vary by certain bass tones, that would have disturbed the gravity of a hermit...
Page 73 - My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late ! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.