Madonna Pia, a Tragedy: And Three Other Dramas, Written and Translated by Sir Theodore MartinW. Blackwood, 1894 - 315 pages |
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ALMERIK arms art thou bear BERT Bertrand blind blood Cæsar CALIG CALIGULA CASS Cassius CESONIA child Circus comes Count Count Nello CROATS CUIR CUIRASSIER dear didst door dost dream Ebn Jahia Enter Exit eyes father fear fight FLAVIO FLAVIUS ARMINIUS flowers GEOF German Germanicus girl give GLAB gladiator gods gone GUIDO hand hath hear heard heart heaven hope hour Hush Iolanthe Jacomo JÄGER Kaiser Keyx KING RENÉ lady live look lord Lycisca Marbod Maremma Martha ne'er never night NINA noble o'er Pietra Piso Ravenna Rome scarcely SERGT shame Sigmar slaves sleep soldier soul speak stranger sweet sword tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought THUM THUMELICUS THUSN Thusnelda to-day to-morrow TOLOMMEI TRIS Tristan TRUMP Twas voice What's wherefore words yonder
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Page 167 - The painter dead, yet still he charms the eye; While England lives, his fame can never die: But he who struts his hour upon the stage, Can scarce extend his fame for half an age; Nor pen nor pencil can the actor save, The art, and artist, share one common grave.
Page 3 - Deh, quando tu sarai tornato al mondo, E riposato della lunga via, Seguitò il terzo spirito al secondo, Ricorditi di me, che son la Pia: Siena .mi fe', disfecemi Maremma: Salsi colui che innanellata pria, Disposando m
Page 154 - Father, I understand. In yonder glorious form must surely dwell The voice, that late I heard — gentle, yet strong, The one sole voice that lives in nature's round. (To TRISTAN, who advances towards her) Oh, hut one word of what thou said'st before ! TRISTAN.
Page 131 - Take it thyself ! Tristan — No ; let me keep the rose Which thou hast chosen, which thy fair hand has gathered ; And in good sooth I do applaud thy choice. For the white rose, within whose calyx sleeps A faint and trembling ruddiness, betypes The dreamlike beauty of this garden fair. Give me another rose — a white one, too; Then with the twin flowers will I deck my cap. And wear them as thy colors evermore.
Page 152 - Yon radiance is the radiance of the light. God is in it, like as He is in all. Yon blue profound, that fills yon airy vault, It is the heaven, where, as we do believe, God hath set up His glorious dwelling-place. Kneel down, my child ! and raise your hands on high, To heaven's o'erarching vault — to God — and pray ! lo.
Page 109 - What is thy purpose, then ? Ebn Jahia — Your pardon, good my lord ! my treatment is A mystery, like all my leech's craft ; It scarce would serve my purpose to divulge it. "Tis not the fruitage of a moment's growth ; No, but the slow result of wakeful years, Shaped — step by step conducted to one point, Whereat, so speed it, Heaven ! it shall succeed ; Aye, and succeed it must, this very day, Or fail forever.
Page 103 - tis with children. Speak to them of God, Of power omnipotent, of another life, And mark how they will listen, opening wide Their little eyes in wonder, as some doubt — A passing shade — is painted on their looks ; And then, at last, with touching faith, accept For truth the things they may not comprehend. So now for lolanthe the whole world Is one vast mystery, which she oft would pierce. Then will her father or the abbess say, " Rest thee content, my child — thou art too young ; Some future...
Page 134 - You ask of what avail? — how can you ask? And yet I ne'er have given the matter thought. My eyes! my eyes! 'Tis easy to perceive. At eve, when I am weary, slumber first Droops heavy on my eyes, and thence it spreads O'er all my body, with no thought of mine, As feeling vibrates from each finger's tip. Thus, then, I know my eyes avail me much. And hast not thou experience had enough, Wherein thine eyes can minister to thee ? Only the other morn, as I was planting A little rosebush here, a nimble...
Page 153 - IOLANTHE (kneels). Mysterious Being, who to me hast spoken When darkness veiled mine eyes, teach me to seek Thee In Thy light's beams, that do illume this world ; Still, in the world, teach me to cling to Thee ! — Yes, He hath heard me. I can feel He hath, And on me pours the comfort of His peace. He is the only one that speaks to me, Invisibly and kindly as before.
Page 5 - He was justly accounted a skilful poisoner who destroyed his victims by bouquets of lovely and fragrant flowers. The art has not been lost ; nay, it is practised every day by — the world ! — BISHOP LATIMER.