The lady of Lyons; or, Love and pride, by the author of 'Eugene Aram' &c |
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Aloud bear BEAUSEANT and GLAVIS Beauty of Lyons bless blows blush brave carriage child Claude Melnotte COLONEL DAMAS Colonel Morier cousin Damas COVENT GARDEN curse dared daughter dear divorce Doge of Venice dost Drama END OF ACT Enter BEAUSEANT Enter DAMAS Enter MELNOTTE Enter Widow Exeunt BEAUSEANT Exit eyes father flowers forget forgive France French army GARDEN gardener's GASPAR gentleman girl Golden Lion hand happy hate hear heart Heaven honest honour hope hour humble husband Jacobin laughing letter live look Louis XIV MADAME DESCHAP MADAME DESCHAPPELLES marry Marseilles MELNOTTE'S MONS Monsieur Beauseant Monsieur Deschappelles mother never noble oath passion PAULINE peasant poor pride Prince Princess proud rank Refused revenge SCENE scorn SECOND OFFICER shame smile soldier sweet THEATRE ROYAL there's thine THIRD OFFICER thou art thou lovest thou wilt thou would'st turned wife woman
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21 ページ - I've won the prize! — never missed one shot! Is it not handsome, this gun? Widow. Humph! — Well, what is it worth, Claude? Mel. Worth! What is a riband worth to a soldier? Worth! everything! Glory is priceless! Widow. Leave glory to great folks. Ah! Claude, Claude, castles in the air cost a vast deal to keep up!
46 ページ - That very hour — when passion, turn'd to wrath, Resembled hatred most — when thy disdain Made my whole soul a chaos — in that hour The tempters found me a revengeful tool For their revenge! Thou hadst trampled on the worm It turn'd and stung thee! Pauline. Love, sir, hath no sting. What was the slight of a poor powerless girl To the deep wrong of this most vile revenge?
46 ページ - At last, in one mad hour, I dared to pour The thoughts that burst their channels into song, And sent them to thee — such a tribute, lady, As beauty rarely scorns, even from the meanest. The name — appended by the burning heart That...
32 ページ - A palace lifting to eternal summer Its marble walls, from out a glossy bower Of coolest foliage musical with birds, Whose songs should syllable thy name ! At noon We'd sit beneath the arching vines, and wonder Why earth could be unhappy, while the Heavens Still left us...
32 ページ - A deep vale Shut out by Alpine hills from the rude world, Near a clear lake, margined by fruits of gold And whispering myrtles ; glassing softest skies...
46 ページ - For thee I grew A midnight student o'er the dreams of sages ! For thee I sought to borrow from each Grace, And every Muse, such attributes as lend Ideal charms to Love. I thought of thee, And Passion taught me poesy — of thee, And on the painter's canvas grew the life Of beauty! — Art became the shadow Of the dear starlight of thy haunting eyes ! Men call'd me vain — some mad — I heeded not; But still toiled on — hoped on — for it was sweet, If not to win, to feel more worthy thee!
14 ページ - Ah, ladies how fortunate I am to find you at home! — [Aside.] How lovely she looks! — It is a great sacrifice I make in marrying into a family in trade! — they will be eternally grateful!
51 ページ - Shall that form be clasped in the arms of a base-born peasant? Beloved, beautiful Pauline! fly with me — my carriage waits without — I will bear you to a home more meet for your reception. Wealth, luxury, station — all shall yet be yours. I forget your past disdain — I remember only your beauty and my unconquerable love! Pauline. Sir! leave this house — it is humble: but a husband's roof, however lowly, is, in the eyes of God and man, the temple of a wife's honor! Know that I would rather...
47 ページ - To-night sleep ; sleep in peace. To-morrow, pure and virgin as this morn I bore thee, bathed in blushes, from the shrine, Thy father's arms shall take thee to thy home. The law shall do thee justice, and restore...
33 ページ - 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!