The Lady of Lyons: Or, Love and Pride. A Play in Five Acts, as Performed at the Theatre Royal, Covent GardenHarper & Bros., 1838 - 99 ページ |
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... hour- ly indulged . The old and classical sentiment , that vir- tue is nobility ( virtus est sola nobilitas ) , contains the pith of all the political creed announced by Claude Melnotte ; and that sentiment is the founder , and often ...
... hour- ly indulged . The old and classical sentiment , that vir- tue is nobility ( virtus est sola nobilitas ) , contains the pith of all the political creed announced by Claude Melnotte ; and that sentiment is the founder , and often ...
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... hour . ( Enter Beauseant and Glavis . ) GLAVIS . Really , my dear Beauseant , consider that I have promised to spend a day or two with you at your cha- teau ; that I am quite at your mercy for my entertain- ment ; and yet you are as ...
... hour . ( Enter Beauseant and Glavis . ) GLAVIS . Really , my dear Beauseant , consider that I have promised to spend a day or two with you at your cha- teau ; that I am quite at your mercy for my entertain- ment ; and yet you are as ...
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... hour ? so late ? I will tell thee a secret , mother . Thou knowst that for the last six weeks I have sent every day the rarest flowers to Pauline ; she wears them . I have seen them on her breast . Ah , and then the whole universe ...
... hour ? so late ? I will tell thee a secret , mother . Thou knowst that for the last six weeks I have sent every day the rarest flowers to Pauline ; she wears them . I have seen them on her breast . Ah , and then the whole universe ...
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... hour of thy shame and grief , I think , proud girl , thou wilt prefer even these arms to those of the gardener's son . [ Exit Beauseant . MADAME DESCHAP . Come , Monsieur Deschappelles , give your arm to her highness that is to be ...
... hour of thy shame and grief , I think , proud girl , thou wilt prefer even these arms to those of the gardener's son . [ Exit Beauseant . MADAME DESCHAP . Come , Monsieur Deschappelles , give your arm to her highness that is to be ...
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... hour . Like children in the dark , I dare not face The shades that gather round me in the distance . You envy me ; I thank you ; you may read My joy upon my brow ; I thank you , sir ! If hearts had audible language , you would hear How ...
... hour . Like children in the dark , I dare not face The shades that gather round me in the distance . You envy me ; I thank you ; you may read My joy upon my brow ; I thank you , sir ! If hearts had audible language , you would hear How ...
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Aloud Author Beauseant and Glavis Beauty of Lyons blush carriage Catiline Charles Anthon Charles Joseph Latrobe Charles Webb child Claude Melnotte Cousin Damas curse dared daughter dear Doge of Venice Dramatic Edition Engravings Enter Beauseant Enter Damas EUGENE ARAM father flowers forgive France gardener's GASPAR gentleman girl Golden Lion Good-day Good-morning hand hear heart Heaven History honour hope humble husband John Frost Jugurthine War LADY OF LYONS Lake of Como LANDLORD letter LL.D look MADAME DESCHAP Madame Deschappelles marry Memoirs MONS Monsieur Beauseant Monsieur Deschappelles mother never noble peasant's Poor Pauline Portrait pride prince proud rank revenge Rienzi SCENE scorn servant shame Sidney Doane smile speak sweet tell thee thine THIRD OFFICER thou art thou hast thou lovest thou wilt tion turned vols volume WIDOW William word wouldst young Zounds
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63 ページ - 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 long'd to show its idol what bright things It had created — yea, the enthusiast's name, That should have been thy triumph, was thy scorn! That very hour — when passion...
90 ページ - Love buys not with the ruthless usurer's gold The loathsome prostitution of a hand Without a heart? Love sacrifices all things To bless the thing it loves! He knows not love. Father, his love is hate — his hope revenge!
85 ページ - From air he takes his colours, holds his life, Changes with every wind, grows lean or fat ; Rosy with hope, or green with jealousy, Or pallid with despair, just as the gale Varies from north to south, from heat to cold...
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63 ページ - Despair is free ! I will not tell thee of the throes, the struggles, The anguish, the remorse : no ; let it pass ! And let me come to such most poor atonement Yet in my power. Pauline ! (Approaching her with great emotion, and about to take her hand.) PAULINE.
61 ページ - I' the midst of roses! — Dost thou like the picture? " This is my bridal home, and thou my bridegroom! 0 fool — O dupe — O wretch ! I see it all. The by-word and the jeer of every tongue In Lyons. Hast thou in thy heart one touch Of human kindness? if thou hast, why kill me, And save thy wife from madness. No, it cannot — It cannot be; this is some horrid dream; 1 shall wake soon. [Touching him.] Art flesh ? art man?
21 ページ - I know not, unless it be because the Revolution swept away my father's title of Marquis, — and she will not marry a commoner. Now, as we have no noblemen left in France, — as we are all citizens and equals, she can only hope that, in spite of the war, some English Milord or German Count will risk his life, by coming to Lyons, that this fille du Roturier may condescend to accept him.
44 ページ - We'd guess what star should be our home when love Becomes immortal ; while the perfumed light Stole through the mists of alabaster lamps, And every air was heavy with the sighs Of orange groves and music from sweet lutes, And murmurs of low fountains that gush forth I' the midst of roses ! — Dost thou like the picture ? PAULINE.