Bulwer's Plays: The lady of Lyons. The sea-captain. Money



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14 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.
45 ページ - Enter'd 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 stoop'd from their high sphere ; how Love, like Death, Levels all ranks, and lays the shepherd's crook Beside the sceptre.
38 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...
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 toil'd on — hoped on — for it was sweet, If not to win, to feel more worthy thee?
32 ページ - Nay, dearest, nay, if thou wouldst have me paint The home to which, could Love fulfil its prayers, This hand would lead thee, listen ! * — 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 As cloudless, save with rare and roseate shadows, As I would have thy fate ! My own dear love I MELNOTTE. A palace lifiing to eternal summer Its marble walls, from out a glossy bower Of coolest foliage musical...
34 ページ - It is true. Sharp says it's a bargain. Stout. Well, my dear friend Hopkins, member for Groginhole, can't live another month — but the interests of mankind forbid regret for individuals ! The patriot Popkins intends to start for the borough the instant Hopkins is dead ! — your interest will secure his election ! — now is your time ! put yourself forward in the march of enlightenment ! - By all that is bigoted, here comes Glossmore ! SCENE II.
15 ページ - In France, yes; but there is a nobility still left in the other countries in Europe. We are quite aware of your good qualities, and don't doubt that you will find some lady more suitable to your pretensions. We shall be always happy to see you as an acquaintance, M. Beauseant! — My dear child, the carriage will be here presently.
36 ページ - I've a brother-in-law who takes the chair at the vestry, and who assures me confidentially he'd consent to be speaker for half the money ! Gloss. Enough, Mr. Stout. — Mr. Evelyn has too much at stake for a leveller.
45 ページ - Pauline, by pride — Angels have fallen ere thy time : by pride — That sole alloy of thy most lovely mould — The evil spirit of a bitter love, And a revengeful heart, had power upon thee. From my first years my soul was filled with thee : I saw thee 'midst the flowers the lowly boy Tended, unmarked by thee — a spirit of bloom, And joy, and freshness, as if Spring itself 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...