The Tragedian: An Essay on the Histrionic Genius of Junius Brutus BoothHurd and Houghton, 1868 - 189 pages |
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... passes away , nothing remains excepting grand and delicate images , which in silent hours crowd the memory of those who have seen him , and the report of which finds a fainter and still receding echo in the minds of those who have not ...
... passes away , nothing remains excepting grand and delicate images , which in silent hours crowd the memory of those who have seen him , and the report of which finds a fainter and still receding echo in the minds of those who have not ...
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... passing into a real presence ; is filled and atmosphered by its spirit ; listens to its language as to a living voice ; is brought into intimate rela- tions with the springs of its being ; and conceives it in unity by the power of a ...
... passing into a real presence ; is filled and atmosphered by its spirit ; listens to its language as to a living voice ; is brought into intimate rela- tions with the springs of its being ; and conceives it in unity by the power of a ...
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... pass on to examples , in the hope that the reader will bring to our record that " productive imagination " which alone can render fruitful the endeavor to rekindle the fire of eye and action , to give form to air , to bring a voice out ...
... pass on to examples , in the hope that the reader will bring to our record that " productive imagination " which alone can render fruitful the endeavor to rekindle the fire of eye and action , to give form to air , to bring a voice out ...
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... pass . " He looked down at his supposed shadow ( we seem to see the shadow as we write ) ; he looked with lingering step , and , with pauses between the words , annihilated the sing - song of the double ending- " That I may see my ...
... pass . " He looked down at his supposed shadow ( we seem to see the shadow as we write ) ; he looked with lingering step , and , with pauses between the words , annihilated the sing - song of the double ending- " That I may see my ...
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... passing gusts of passion , illuminated by fitful lights of philoso- phy and fancy , and crazed by ghostly visita- tion , found in him an indifferent interpre- ter . He seemed too severely exercised by " thoughts beyond the reaches of ...
... passing gusts of passion , illuminated by fitful lights of philoso- phy and fancy , and crazed by ghostly visita- tion , found in him an indifferent interpre- ter . He seemed too severely exercised by " thoughts beyond the reaches of ...
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acter action actor appeared audience Banquo bare bodkin beauty blood Booth gave Brabantio brain Brutus Cassio char character charm City Madam Cordelia delight Desdemona dramatic Edmund Kean emotion emphasis expression face father fear feeling filled Garrick genius gesture ghost Goneril grandeur grief Guest Hamlet hand heard heart heaven histrionic Iago Iago's imagination intense intonation Kean's king kingly Lady Lady Macbeth Lamb's Lear light lines listener living look Lord Lovel Macbeth madness manner meaning melancholy mood murder nature ness never noble OCTAVIAN Othello pass passage passion pathos pause pay Old Debts performance Pescara phrase play players Polonius preter Regan resonant Richard Roderigo scene scorn seemed Shake Shakespeare Shylock silent Sir Giles soliloquy soul sound speak speech spirit stage stroke subtle supernatural sword tender theatre thee Third Act thou thought tion tones touch TRAGEDIAN tragedy truth uttered voice wonder words
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Page 120 - You owe this strange intelligence? or why Upon this blasted heath you stop our way With such prophetic greeting? Speak, I charge you. [Witches vanish. Ban. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them.
Page 71 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me. If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Page 63 - What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel, Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous; and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
Page 54 - My father's spirit in arms ! all is not well ; I doubt some foul play: 'would, the night were come! Till then sit still, my soul : Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.
Page 101 - Twere now to be most happy, for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Page 65 - Come, come, and sit you down ; you shall not budge ; You go not till I set you up a glass Where you may see the inmost part of you.
Page 105 - Tis not to make me jealous, To say — my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well; Where virtue is, these are more virtuous: Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear, or doubt of her revolt; For she had eyes, and chose me...
Page 90 - Look, where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Page 12 - ... the corruptions and abuses of mankind. What have looks, or tones, to do with that sublime identification of his age with that of the heavens themselves, when, in his reproaches to them for conniving at the injustice of his children, he reminds them that " they themselves are old "? What gesture shall we appropriate to this?
Page 59 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come ; the readiness is all ; since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is't to leave betimes?