The Bride of Messina: A Tragedy with Choruses

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John Bohn, 1841 - 136 pages
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Page xv - uppermost on reading the following passage :— " I shall report, For most it caught me, the celestial habits (Methinks I so should term them) and the reverence Of the grave wearers. 0 the sacrifice ! How ceremonious, solemn, and unearthly It was i
Page xv - But of all, the burst And the ear-deafening voice o' the Oracle, Kin to Jove's thunder, so surprised my sense, That I was nothing." " Great Apollo, Turn all to the
Page 122 - Shuns like the Pest the breezy hill To haunt the smoky marts below. (BERENGAR, BOHEMUND, and MANFRED.) On the mountains is freedom ! the breath of decay Never sullies the fresh flowing air; 0 Nature is perfect wherever we stray, 'Tis man that deforms it with care. The whole Chorus repeats On the mountains is freedom, &c. &c. DON
Page x - But precisely as the painter throws around his figures draperies of ample volume, to fill up the space of his picture richly and gracefully, to arrange its several parts in harmonious masses, to give due play to colour, which charms and refreshes the eye; and at once to envelope human forms
Page 47 - Burst forth with crackling rage, and o'er the house Spread in one mighty sea of fire : perplexed By this terrific dream, my husband sought An Arab, skilled to read the stars, and long The trusted oracle, whose counsels swayed His inmost purpose : thus the boding Sage Spoke Fate's decrees ;—if Ia daughter bore, Destruction to his
Page 50 - Could she, sweet pledge of peace, of all our hopes The last and holy anchor, mid the rage Of discord find a home ? ye stand as brothers, So will I give a sister to your arms ! The reconciling angel comes—each hour I wait my messenger's return ; he leads her From her sequestered cell, to glad
Page 125 - prayers, with blood alone Atoned is murder's guilt. CAJETAN. To stem the tide Of dire misfortune, that with maddening rage Bursts o'er your house, were nobler than to pile Accumulated woe. DON CAESAR. The curse of old Shall die with me ! Death self-imposed alone Can break the chain of Fate. CAJETAN. Thou ow'st thyself
Page 107 - Some strange mysterious dread Enthrals my sense. I would approach, and sudden The icecold grasp of terror holds me back ! [To BEATRICE, who has thrown herself between her and the bier. Whate'er it be, I will unveil— [On raising the pall, she discovers the body of DON MANUEL. Eternal Powers ! it is my son
Page xi - It is by holding asunder the different parts, and stepping between the passions with its composing views, that the Chorus restores us to our freedom, which would else be lost in the tempest. The characters of Tragedy themselves need this intermission, in order to collect themselves; for they are no real beings who obey the impulse of the moment, but ideal persons and
Page 117 - he— My brother,—in her arms ! Thou hast heard all ! If it be true—oh, if she be my sister— And his !—then I have done a deed that mocks The power of sacrifice and prayers to ope The gates of Mercy to my soul! Chorus (BOHEMUND). The tidings on thy heart dismayed Have burst,

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