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Scenes From the Life of an Actor (Classic Reprint)
George Handel Hill
Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2018
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Seite 190 - Oh — never may a son of thine, Where'er his wandering steps incline, Forget the sky which bent above His childhood like a dream of love — The stream beneath the green hill flowing — The broad-armed trees above it growing — The clear breeze through the foliage blowing; Or, hear unmoved the taunt of scorn Breathed o'er the brave New England born...
Seite 116 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Seite 189 - LA.ND of the forest and the rock — Of dark blue lake and mighty river — Of mountains reared aloft to mock The storm's career, the lightning's shock — My own green land for ever ! Land of the beautiful and brave — The freeman's home — the martyr's grave...
Seite 12 - 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.
Seite 171 - I never see a real one, but I guess you be. Ar'nt ye — you? BILL: Who's you call nigger? JED: Well, I only ask'd you. Why he's mad as a hen a'ready. Did your mother have any more on you? BILL: Dere child, you better keep quiet, and mind what you say to me, you little bushwacker; if you am saucy I'll spile your profile, you mind dat now.
Seite 197 - God, ascend, Bid the broad arch the dangerous flood contain, The mole projected break the roaring main ; Back to his bounds the subject sea command, And roll obedient rivers through the land : These honours peace to happy Britain brings ; These are imperial works, and worthy kings.
Seite 191 - ... good dividends when others are bankrupt. In the language of Chevalier, at the north or the south, in the east as well as the west, he is a true Marquis of Carrabas. At Baltimore, as well as at Boston, in New Orleans as well as at Salem, in New York as well as at Portland, if a merchant is mentioned who has made — and kept, by-the-bye a vqry difficult part of it — a large fortune by sagacity and forecast, you.
Seite 198 - ... tickle the ears of the groundlings." We allude to the loud mouthed ranting style — the tearing of every thing to shivers — which is so much the ambition of some of our players, particularly the younger ones. It does in such cases truly seem as if some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well — they imitate humanity so abominably.