Macready's Reminiscences and Selections from His Diaries and LettersHarper & Brothers, 1875 - Всего страниц: 721 |
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Стр. 79 - His was the spell o'er hearts Which only acting lends, — The youngest of the sister Arts, Where all their beauty blends : For ill can Poetry express Full many a tone of thought sublime, And Painting, mute and motionless, Steals but a glance of time. But by the mighty actor brought, Illusion's perfect triumphs come, — Verse ceases to be airy thought, And Sculpture to be dumb.
Стр. 115 - I am distressed for thee, my brother Jonathan: very pleasant hast thou been unto me: thy love to me was wonderful, passing the love of women.
Стр. 69 - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Стр. 34 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Стр. 687 - Oh that I had the wings of a dove! then would I fly away and be at rest.