Bulwer's Plays: Being the Complete Dramatic Works of Lord Lytton (Sir Edward Lytton Bulwer, Bart.) ... From the Original Text (Google eBook)

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R. M. De Witt, 1875 - 396 pages
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Page 33 - The pen is mightier than the sword. Behold The arch-enchanter's wand ! itself a nothing ! But taking sorcery from the master-hand To paralyze the Caesars, and to strike The loud earth breathless ! Take away the sword ; States can be, saved without it ! (Looking on the clock.) 'Tis the hour ; Retire, sir.
Page 28 - Sharp, it exists in the breeches' pocket ! Observe : I lay this piece of yellow earth on the table I contemplate you both ; the man there the gold here ! Now, there is many a man in those streets honest as you are, who moves, thinks, feels, and reasons as well as we do ; excellent in form imperishable in soul ; who, if his pockets were three days empty, would sell thought, reason, body, and soul too, for that little coin ! Is that the fault of the man ? no ! it is the...
Page 39 - And you would have a wife enjoy luxury while a husband toils! Claude, take me; thou canst not give me wealth, titles, station but thou canst give me a true heart. I will work for thee, tend thee, bear with thee, and never, never shall these lips reproach thee for the past.
Page 33 - Were made a living thing, and wore thy shape ! I saw thee, and the passionate heart of man Enter'd the breast of the wild-dreaming boy. And from that hour I grew what to the last I shall be thine adorer! Well, this love Vain, frantic, guilty, if thou wilt, became A fountain of ambition and bright hope ; I thought of tales that by the winter hearth Old gossips tell...
Page 28 - Battledore! that is a contest between two parties: both parties knock about something with singular skill something is kept up high low here there everywhere nowhere! How grave are the players! how anxious the bystanders! how noisy the battledores! But when this something falls to the ground, only fancy it's nothing but cork and feather! Go, and play by yourselves I'm no hand at it! Stout [aside]. Sad ignorance! Aristocrat! Gloss. Heartless principles!...
Page 26 - We'd have no friends That were not lovers; no ambition, save To excel them all in love; we'd read no books That were not tales of love that we might smile To think how poorly eloquence of words Translates the poetry of hearts like ours! And when night came, amidst the breathless Heavens...
Page 26 - Why, this, forgive me, Is what when done with a less dainty grace Plain folks call "theft!
Page 26 - Why this, forgive me, Is what when done with a less dainty grace Plain folks call " Theft !" You owe eight thousand pistoles, Minus one crown, two liards ! De Mau.
Page 34 - No, not slave! Despair is free! I will not tell thee of the throes the struggles The anguish the remorse: No, let it pass! And let me come to such most poor atonement Yet in my power. Pauline!
Page 28 - ... many a man in those streets honest as you are, who moves, thinks, feels, and reasons as well as we do; excellent in form imperishable in soul ; who, if his pockets were three days empty, would sell thought, reason, body, and soul too, for that little coin ! Is that the fault of the man ? no ! it is the fault of mankind ! God made man ; behold what mankind have made a god ! When I was poor, I hated the world ; now I am rich, I despise it ! Fools knaves hypocrites ! By the bye,...

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