The lady of Lyons, by Edward Bulwer Lytton. Richelieu, by Edward Bulwer Lytton. Still waters run deep, by Tom Taylor. London assurance, by Dion Boucicault. Ruy Blas, by Victor-Marie Hugo. Francesca da Rimini, by George H. Boker. Cynopia, by Martin HaydenJ.B. Lippincott, 1893 |
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Сторінка 117 - Gloriously, Max! gloriously! There were sixty horses in the field, all mettle to the bone: the start was a picture — away we went in a cloud — pell-mell — helter-skelter — the fools first, as usual, using themselves up — we soon passed them — first your Kitty, then my Blueskin, and Craven's Colt last. Then came the tug — Kitty skimmed the walls — Blueskin flew over the fences — the Colt neckand-neck, and half a mile to run — at last the Colt baulked a leap and went wild.
Сторінка 51 - In the lexicon of youth, which Fate reserves For a bright manhood, there is no such word As — -fail!
Сторінка 189 - Peering intently at the meanest weed ; Ay, doing aught but look in Lancelot's eye. Then, with the small pique of her velvet shoe, Uprooted she each herb that blossomed nigh; Or strange wild figures in the dust she drew; Until she felt Sir Lancelot's arm around Her waist, upon her cheek his breath like dew. While through his fingers timidly he wound Her shining locks; and, haply, when he brushed Her ivory skin, Guenevra nearly...
Сторінка 117 - Blucskin, and Craven's colt last. Then came the tug — Kitty skimmed the walls — Blueskin flew over the fences — the Colt neck and neck, and half a mile to run — at last the Colt baulked a leap and went wild. Kitty and I had it all to ourselves — she was three lengths ahead as we breasted the last wall, six feet, if an inch, and a ditch on the other side. Now, for the first time, I gave Blueskin his head — ha ! ha ! — Away he flew like a thunderbolt — over went the filly — I over...
Сторінка 63 - Then wakes the power which in the age of iron Burst forth to curb the great, and raise the low. Mark, where she stands, around her form I draw The awful circle of our solemn Church! Set but a foot within that holy ground, And on thy head — yea, though it wore a crown — I launch the curse of Rome!
Сторінка 18 - This hand would lead thee, listen !* a deep vale Shut out by Alpine hills from the rude world; Near a clear lake, margined by fruits of gold And whispering myrtles ; glassing softest skies As cloudless, save with rare and roseate shadows, As I would have thy fate! PAULINE. My own dear love ! MELNOTTE. A palace lifting to eternal summer Its marble walls, from out a glossy bower Of coolest foliage musical with birds, Whose songs should syllable thy name!
Сторінка 127 - Lady Gay. Now if you could persuade Grace to follow that example — his carriage will be waiting at the Park — be there a little before eleven, and it will just prevent our escape Can you make her agree to that ? Young C. Oh, without the slightest difficulty, if Mr. Augustus Hamilton supplicates. Lady Gay. Success attend you. [Going .] Young C. I will bend the haughty Grace.
Сторінка 190 - ... strange wild figures in the dust she drew; Until she felt Sir Lancelot's arm around Her waist, upon her cheek his breath like dew. While through his fingers timidly he wound Her shining locks; and, haply, when he brushed Her ivory skin, Guenevra nearly swound : For where he touched, the quivering surface blushed, Firing her blood with most contagious heat, Till brow, cheek, neck, and bosom, all were flushed. Each heart was listening to the other Drooping with Summer,, in warm languor meet, So...
Сторінка 190 - Her shining locks; and, haply, when he brushed Her ivory skin, Guenevra nearly swound: For where he touched, the quivering surface blushed, Firing her blood with most contagious heat, Till brow, cheek, neck, and bosom, all were flushed. Each heart was listening to the other beat. As twin-born lilies on one golden stalk, Drooping with Summer, in warm languor meet, So met their faces. Down the forest walk Sir Lancelot looked — he looked, east, west, north, south — No soul was nigh, his dearest...
Сторінка 184 - Next to you, Dearer than anything in nature's scope. PAOLO. [Aside] O! Heaven, that I must bear this! Yes, and more, — More torture than I dare to think upon, Spreads out before me with the coming years, And holds a record blotted with my tears, As that which I must suffer!