Macready's Reminiscences, and Selections from His Diaries and Letters, Том 2

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Macmillan and Company, 1875
 

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Стр. 312 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard. to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Стр. 33 - Action is transitory — a step, a blow. The motion of a muscle — this way or that — 'Tis done, and in the after-vacancy We wonder at ourselves like men betrayed : Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.
Стр. 449 - Oh that I had the wings of a dove! then would I fly away and be at rest.
Стр. 56 - The discretion of a man deferreth his anger ; and it is his glory to pass over a transgression.
Стр. 382 - Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon. Lady M. Was the hope drunk Wherein you dress'd yourself? hath it slept since, And wakes it now, to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? From this time Such I account thy love. Art thou...
Стр. 422 - To fathom the depths of character, to trace its latent motives, to feel its finest quiverings of emotion, to comprehend the thoughts that are hidden under words, and thus possess one's self of the actual mind of the individual man" — such was Macready's definition of the player's art ; and to this we may add the testimony of Talma.
Стр. 386 - Who made a nation purer thro' their art. Thine is it that our drama did not die, Nor flicker down to brainless pantomime, And those gilt gauds men-children swarm to see. Farewell, Macready; moral, grave, sublime; Our Shakespeare's bland and universal eye Dwells pleased, thro' twice a hundred years, on thee.
Стр. 23 - As I came off the stage, ending the third act of Richard, in passing by Bunn's door I opened it, and unfortunately he was there. I could not contain myself; I exclaimed: 'You damned scoundrel ! How dare you use me in this manner?' And going up to him as he sat on the other side of the table, I struck him as he rose a back-handed slap across the face. I did not hear what he said, but I dug my fist into him as effectively as I could; he caught hold of me, and got at one time the little finger of my...
Стр. 43 - Forster told me that Browning had fixed on Strafford for the subject of a tragedy ; he could not have hit upon one that I could have more readily concurred in.
Стр. 453 - He tells us of the days in which the sounding cataract, The tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood.

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