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The Red dragon, the national magazine of Wales. Ed. by C. Wilkins, Том 1
Повний перегляд - 1882
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Сторінка 260 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature; for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end both at the first, and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Сторінка 160 - 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.
Сторінка 152 - But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill...
Сторінка 258 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me. If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Сторінка 257 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Сторінка 200 - The moment he perceived the position of the French, that intuitive genius with which Nelson was endowed, displayed itself; and it instantly struck him, that where there was room for an enemy's ship to swing, there was room for one of ours to anchor.
Сторінка 109 - It is upon record, that a battle between two armies was once broken off by an earthquake: — such an event would be felt like a miracle : but no incident in war, produced by human means, has ever equalled the sublimity of this coinstantaneous pause, and all its circumstances.
Сторінка 114 - Foley," turning to the captain, "I have only one eye, — I have a right to be blind sometimes...