Dramas and Poems of Edward Bulwer Lytton (Lord Lytton).Little, Brown, 1898 - 454 ページ |
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... Blount . Georg . Ah , papa , he is charming . Sir John . He was so , my dear , before we knew our poor uncle was dead ; but an heiress such as you will be should look out for a duke . Where the deuce is Evelyn this morning ? Georg . I ...
... Blount . Georg . Ah , papa , he is charming . Sir John . He was so , my dear , before we knew our poor uncle was dead ; but an heiress such as you will be should look out for a duke . Where the deuce is Evelyn this morning ? Georg . I ...
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... F. Whose grandfather kept a pawnbroker's shop , and who , accordingly , entertains the profound- est contempt for everything popular , parvenu , and plebeian . Sir John . Sir Frederick Blount - Lady F. Sir 338 [ ACT & MONEY .
... F. Whose grandfather kept a pawnbroker's shop , and who , accordingly , entertains the profound- est contempt for everything popular , parvenu , and plebeian . Sir John . Sir Frederick Blount - Lady F. Sir 338 [ ACT & MONEY .
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... BLOUnt . SCENE III . CLARA , EVELYN , SIR FREDERICK BLOUNT . Blount . No one in the woom ! -O , Miss Doug . .as ! - Pway don't let me disturb you . Where is Georgina ? Miss Vesey - [ Taking CLARA's chair as she rises . Evelyn ( looking ...
... BLOUnt . SCENE III . CLARA , EVELYN , SIR FREDERICK BLOUNT . Blount . No one in the woom ! -O , Miss Doug . .as ! - Pway don't let me disturb you . Where is Georgina ? Miss Vesey - [ Taking CLARA's chair as she rises . Evelyn ( looking ...
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... BLOUNT , LADY FRANKLIN , GEORGINA , GLOSSMORE , STOUT , EVELYN . Sir John . How d'ye do ? - Ah ! How d'ye do , gentlemen ? This is a most melancholy meeting ! The poor deceased ! what a man he was ! Blount . I was chwistened Fwedewick ...
... BLOUNT , LADY FRANKLIN , GEORGINA , GLOSSMORE , STOUT , EVELYN . Sir John . How d'ye do ? - Ah ! How d'ye do , gentlemen ? This is a most melancholy meeting ! The poor deceased ! what a man he was ! Blount . I was chwistened Fwedewick ...
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... Blount . Poor old boy ! [ GEORGINA puts her arm over BLOUNT's chair . Sharp . " Being , as I am informed , the best - dressed young gentleman in London , and in testimony to the only merit I ever heard he possessed , the sum of 500l ...
... Blount . Poor old boy ! [ GEORGINA puts her arm over BLOUNT's chair . Sharp . " Being , as I am informed , the best - dressed young gentleman in London , and in testimony to the only merit I ever heard he possessed , the sum of 500l ...
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57 ページ - Were made a living thing, and wore thy shape ! I saw thee ! and the passionate heart of man Entered the breast of the wild-dreaming boy ; And from that hour I grew — what to the last I shall be — thine adorer ! Well ! this love, Vain, frantic, guilty, if thou wilt, became A fountain of ambition and bright hope : I thought of tales that by the winter hearth Old gossips tell — how maidens, sprung from kings, Have stooped from their high sphere : how Love, like Death, Levels all ranks, and lays...
160 ページ - The pen is mightier than the sword. Behold The arch-enchanter's wand! — itself a nothing! But taking sorcery from the master hand To paralyse the Caesars — and to strike The loud earth breathless! — Take away the sword; States can be saved without it!
218 ページ - Of that high throne — spurn you the greyhair'd man, Who gave you empire — and now sues for safety? Louis. No: — when we see your Eminence in truth At the foot of the throne — we'll listen to you.
223 ページ - JOSEPH. The King is chafed Against his servant. Lady, while we speak, The lackey of the anteroom is not More powerless than the Minister of France.
179 ページ - Could I recall the past — or had not set The prodigal treasures of the bankrupt soul In one slight bark upon the shoreless sea; The yoked steer, after his day of toil, Forgets the goad, and rests — to me alike Or day or night — Ambition has no rest ! Shall I resign ? — who can resign himself...
314 ページ - That fable hath but fooled the hour ; Each age that ripens power in man But subjects man to power. Yet every day in seven, at least, One bright republic shall be known ; Man's world awhile hath surely ceased, When God proclaims his own ! Six days may rank divide the poor, O Dives, from thy banquet-hall ; The seventh the Father opes the door, And holds his feast for all ! PRANCES ANNE KEMBLE.
359 ページ - I contemplate you both ; the man there — the gold here ! Now, there is many a man in those streets honest as you are, who moves, thinks, feels and reasons as well as we do ; excellent in form — imperishable in soul ; who, if his pockets were three days empty, would sell thought, reason, body, and soul too, for that little coin ! Is that the fault of the man ? — no ! it is the fault of mankind ? God made man ; behold what mankind have made a god ! When I was poor, I hated the world ; now I am...
40 ページ - Even then, Methinks thou wouldst be only made more dear By the sweet thought that I could prove how deep Is woman's love! We are like the insects, caught By the poor glittering of a garish flame; But, oh, the wings once scorch'd, the brightest star Lures us no more; and by the fatal light We cling till death! Mel. Angel! [Aside.] O conscience! conscience!
227 ページ - Burst forth to curb the great, and raise the low. Mark, where she stands, around her form I draw The awful circle of our solemn Church! Set but a foot within that holy ground, And on thy head — yea, though it wore a crown — I launch the curse of Rome!
341 ページ - Returning, he proclaims by many a grace, By shrugs and strange contortions of his face, How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, Excels a dunce that has been kept at home.