Reminiscences of Henry Clay Barnabee: Being an Attempt to Account for His Life, with Some Excuses for His Professional CareerChapple Publishing Company, Limited, 1913 - 461 Seiten |
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actor Adelaide Phillips Admiral Alice Nielsen American Annie Louise Cary applause artist asked audience Barnabee's beautiful Boston Ideals Bostonians called career CHAPTER character chorus church comedian comic concert Cork Leg curtain dear donna Edwin Booth entertainment Eugene Cowles eyes Fatinitza Fra Diavolo gave gentleman girls grand hear heard heart Henry Clay Barnabee honor humor Jessie Bartlett Davis Karl lady laughter look manager Marie Stone melody memory Miss morning never night occasion once opera performance Pinafore played Portsmouth present prima donna Reginald De Koven remember replied Robin Hood sang scene season seat Sheriff of Nottingham Signor singer singing song soprano stage star story success tenor theater thing thought tion tonians took town tribute Victor Herbert vocal voice Whitney words young
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Seite 195 - BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on. I have seen him in the...
Seite 129 - I shall pass through this world but once. Any good thing therefore that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any human being, let me do it now. Let me not defer it or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.
Seite 388 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free.
Seite 93 - I pity the dumb victim at the altar, But does the robed priest for his pity falter? I'd rack thee though I knew A thousand lives were perishing in thine : What were ten thousand to a fame like mine ? " ' Hereafter' ! Ay, hereafter ! A whip to keep a coward to his track.
Seite 333 - Conductor, when you receive a fare, Punch in the presence of the passenjare! A blue trip slip for an eight-cent fare, A buff trip slip for a six-cent fare, A pink trip slip for a three-cent fare, Punch in the presence of the passenjare!
Seite 250 - Faintly as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The Rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Seite 92 - Parrhasius stood, gazing forgetfully Upon his canvas. There Prometheus lay, Chained to the cold rocks of Mount Caucasus— The vulture at his vitals, and the links Of the lame Lemnian festering in his flesh...
Seite 94 - Vain — vain — give o'er ! His eye Glazes apace. He does not feel you now — Stand back ! I'll paint the death-dew on his brow ! Gods...
Seite 173 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Seite 118 - Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.