The stage life of miss Mary Anderson, with tragic and comic recitations, from the répertoire of this actress |
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Page 8 - Give me my robe, put on my crown ; I have Immortal longings in me : now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip : Yare, yare, good Iras ; quick.
Page 8 - With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate Of life at once untie: poor venomous fool, Be angry, and dispatch.
Page 9 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes. 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Page 9 - His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself, And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That in the course of justice none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy, And that same prayer doth teach us all to...
Page 4 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn ; No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Page 8 - This proves me base : If she first meet the curled Antony, He'll make demand of her, and spend that kiss, Which is my heaven to have.
Page 7 - Somebody's darling was borne one day. Somebody's darling, so young and so brave, Wearing yet on his pale, sweet face, Soon to be hid by the dust of the grave, The lingering light of his boyhood's grace. Matted and damp are the curls of gold Kissing the snow of that fair young brow ; Pale are the lips of delicate mould — Somebody's darling is dying now.
Page 7 - Kiss him once for somebody's sake, Murmur a prayer soft and low ; One bright curl from its fair mates take, They were somebody's pride, you know. Somebody's...
Page 5 - She's somebody's mother, boys, you know, For all she's aged and poor and slow. And I hope some fellow will lend a hand To help my mother, you understand, If ever she's poor and old and gray, When her own dear boy is far away.
Page 6 - There's fennel for you, and columbines: — there's rue for you; and here's some for me : — we may call it, herb of grace o' Sundays : — you may wear your rue with a difference — There's a daisy: — I would give you some violets ; but they withered all, when my father died : — They say, he made a good end, For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy, — [Sings.