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actor actress Ada Rehan Admission American appearance artist audience Balcony beautiful better Boston Boxes Broadway called character Charles comedy comes critics desire drama dress editor effect engagement English excellent eyes face fact French friends George give given grace hand head heart Henry interest John kind known Lady light living London look Manager Mary Matinee matter mind Miss month nature never night once opera Orchestra original painted performance person picture piece play present produced published received scene season seems seen sent stage stand star story Street success summer taken Theatre theatrical thing thought tion turn week wife woman write York young
407 psl. - Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say ' This thing's to do ; ' Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do 't.
79 psl. - ... to say, Could I only aside have cast him. It was almost dark, and the moments sped, And the searching night wind found us, But he drew me nearer and softly said (How the pure, sweet wind grew still, instead, To listen to all that my lover said; Oh, the whispering wind around us!) I am sure he knew when he held me fast, That I must be all unwilling; For I tried to go, and I would have passed, As the night was come with its dew, at last, And the sky with its stars was filling.
217 psl. - He built two huts with pimento trees, covered with long grass and lined them with the skins of goats, which he killed with his gun as he wanted, so long as his powder lasted, which was but a pound; and that being near spent, he got fire by rubbing two sticks of pimento wood together upon his knee.
109 psl. - Ah ! let not Censure term our fate our choice, The stage but echoes back the public voice ; The drama's laws, the drama's patrons give, For we that live to please, must please to live.
148 psl. - Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together, yours is as fair a name; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well; Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
217 psl. - He had with him his clothes and bedding, with a firelock, some powder, bullets, and tobacco, a hatchet, a knife, a kettle, a Bible, some practical pieces, and his mathematical instruments and books.
79 psl. - BY the merest chance, in the twilight gloom, In the orchard path he met me In the tall, wet grass, with its faint perfume And I tried to pass, but he made no room; Oh, I tried, but he would not let me ; So I stood and blushed till the grass grew...
218 psl. - He was at first much pestered with cats and rats, that bred in great numbers from some of each species which had got ashore from ships that put in there to wood and water. The rats gnawed his feet and clothes whilst asleep, which obliged him to cherish the cats with his goats...
218 psl. - At his first coming on board us, he had so much forgot his language, for want of use, that we could scarce understand him, for he seemed to speak his words by halves. We offered him a dram, but he would not touch it, having drank nothing but water since his being there; and 'twas some time before he could relish our victuals.
363 psl. - ... tinkle of streams The full world rolls in a rhythm of praise, And the winds are one with the clouds and beams Midsummer days! Midsummer days! The dusk grows vast; in a purple haze, While the West from a rapture of sunset rights, Faint stars their exquisite lamps upraise Midsummer nights! O midsummer nights! The wood's green heart is a nest of dreams, The lush grass thickens and springs and sways, The rathe wheat rustles, the landscape gleams Midsummer days! Midsummer days! In the stilly fields,...