Rosamund Gray, Essays, Letters, and PoemsWillis P. Hazard, 1856 - 425 pages |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 10
Page 237
... BELVIL LANDLORD PRY Mr. Elliston . CHARACTERS . MELESINDA • · Mr. Bartley . MAID TO MELESINDA Miss Mellon . Mrs. Harlowe . Mr. Wewitzer . Gentlemen , Ladies , Waiters , Ser- vants , & c . Scene - BATH . ( 237 ) PROLOGUE , SPOKEN BY MR ...
... BELVIL LANDLORD PRY Mr. Elliston . CHARACTERS . MELESINDA • · Mr. Bartley . MAID TO MELESINDA Miss Mellon . Mrs. Harlowe . Mr. Wewitzer . Gentlemen , Ladies , Waiters , Ser- vants , & c . Scene - BATH . ( 237 ) PROLOGUE , SPOKEN BY MR ...
Page 243
... BELVIL meeting him . Belvil . My old Jamaica schoolfellow , that I have not seen for so many years ? it must - it can be no other than Jack ( going up to him ) . My dear Ho- ! the devil , Mr. H. ( Stopping his mouth ) . hush . Belvil ...
... BELVIL meeting him . Belvil . My old Jamaica schoolfellow , that I have not seen for so many years ? it must - it can be no other than Jack ( going up to him ) . My dear Ho- ! the devil , Mr. H. ( Stopping his mouth ) . hush . Belvil ...
Page 244
... Belvil . Sufficiently splendid , if I may judge from your appearance . Mr. H. My figure— Belvil . Airy , gay , and imposing . Mr. H. My parts— Belvil . Bright . Mr. H. My conversation- Belvil . Equally remote from flippancy and ...
... Belvil . Sufficiently splendid , if I may judge from your appearance . Mr. H. My figure— Belvil . Airy , gay , and imposing . Mr. H. My parts— Belvil . Bright . Mr. H. My conversation- Belvil . Equally remote from flippancy and ...
Page 245
... Belvil . That was hard indeed , Jack . Mr. H. Parsons have stuck at publishing the banns , be- cause they averred it ... Belvil . Ha , ha , ha ! but what course do you mean to pursue ? Mr. H. To engage the affections of some generous ...
... Belvil . That was hard indeed , Jack . Mr. H. Parsons have stuck at publishing the banns , be- cause they averred it ... Belvil . Ha , ha , ha ! but what course do you mean to pursue ? Mr. H. To engage the affections of some generous ...
Page 246
Charles Lamb. Belvil . Ha , ha ! my old friend dwindled down to one letter . SCENE . - An Apartment in MELESINDA's House . sola , as if musing . [ Exeunt . MELESINDA Melesinda . H , H , H. Sure it must be something pre- cious by its ...
Charles Lamb. Belvil . Ha , ha ! my old friend dwindled down to one letter . SCENE . - An Apartment in MELESINDA's House . sola , as if musing . [ Exeunt . MELESINDA Melesinda . H , H , H. Sure it must be something pre- cious by its ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
1st Footman 1st Gent 1st Lady 2d Gent 2d Lady Allan beauty Belvil better character child Christ's Hospital Clare cottage creature dead dear death delight dizzard doth dream drink Elinor eye of mind eyes face fair fancy fear feel Gin Lane give grace grandmother Gray grief Hamlet Harry Freeman hath hear heart Hogarth honor humor images innocent John John Tomkins JOHN WOODVIL Kath Katherine Landlord leave live look Lovel Lucy Macbeth maid Marg Margaret melancholy Melesinda mind mirth mistress moral nature never night old lady Othello passion person play poet poor Rake's Progress Rosamund scene secret seems Selby servant Shakspeare sister smile sort soul speak spirit strange sweet Tamburlaine tears tell tender thee things thou thought tion virtue Waiter Widford Widow wife WILLIAM ROWLEY wonder Woodvil words young
Popular passages
Page 284 - Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces. Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood, Earth seemed a desert I was bound to traverse, Seeking to find the old familiar faces. Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling? So might we talk of the old familiar faces.
Page 283 - THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES. I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days ; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies ; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Page 95 - Tate has put his hook in the nostrils of this Leviathan, for Garrick and his followers, the showmen of the scene, to draw the mighty beast about more easily. A happy ending ! — as if the living martyrdom that Lear had gone through, — the flaying of his feelings alive, did not make a fair dismissal from the stage of life the only decorous thing for him.
Page 284 - Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her — All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Page 179 - But man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave, solemnizing nativities and deaths with equal lustre, nor omitting ceremonies of bravery in the infamy of his nature.
Page 129 - Philosophers place it in the rear of the head, and it seems the mine of memory lies there, because there men naturally dig for it, scratching it when they are at a loss.
Page 104 - Barabas is a mere monster, brought in with a large painted nose, to please the rabble. He kills in sport, poisons whole nunneries, invents infernal machines. He is just such an exhibition as a century or two earlier might "have been played before the Londoners, by the Royal command, when a general pillage and massacre of the Hebrews had been previously resolved on in the cahinet.
Page 275 - A month or more hath she been dead, Yet cannot I by force be led To think upon the wormy bed And her together. A springy motion in her gait, A rising step, did indicate Of pride and joy no common rate That flush'd her spirit: I know not by what name beside I shall it call: if 'twas not pride, It was a joy to that allied She did inherit. Her parents held the Quaker rule, Which doth the human feeling cool, But she was train'd in Nature's school, Nature had blest her.
Page 97 - What we see upon a stage is body and bodily action ; what we are conscious of in reading is almost exclusively the mind, and its movements : and this I think may sufficiently account for the very different sort of delight with which the same play so often affects us in the reading and the seeing.
Page 91 - tis true I have gone here and there And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new.