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Original Entertainments and Burlesques: For Stage Or School (Classic Reprint)
George M. Baker
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Seite 56 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Seite 21 - Fellows in arms, and my most loving friends, Bruised underneath the yoke of tyranny, Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we marched on without impediment ; And here receive we from our father Stanley Lines of fair comfort and encouragement.
Seite 25 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Seite 29 - When sleeping on my cradle bed ? And tears of sweet affection shed ? My Mother. When pain and sickness made me cry, Who gazed upon my heavy eye, And wept for fear that I should die ? My Mother.
Seite 27 - Be she young, or be she old, For her beauty she must be sold. So fare you well, my lady gay, We'll call again another day, Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight ; And rub thy spurs till they be bright.
Seite 51 - My bruised arms no more my fire-i\rms seize ; No stern alarms to wake me from a nap, To spring wild rattles, and revolvers snap ; Stern visaged war — Why, what am I about? I did not come out, Richard III. to spout. I am the father of a daughter dear, — Dear ! yes, she costs a thousand pounds a year. They call her fair...
Seite 33 - In the bright lexicon of youth, There's no such word as Fail —