The Henry Irving Birthday Book: Composed of Quotations from Some of the Characters which Mr. Irving Has Acted, EtcViola Stirling George Routledge and Sons, 1883 - 266 pages |
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APRIL AUGUST beauty Belle's Stratagem Bells Benedick breath Charles Corsican Brothers Count Tristan death DECEMBER Digby Grant Doricourt doth dream Eugene Aram eyes Fabien fair Fate of Eugene Feast of Belshazzar FEBRUARY friends Gloucester Gloucester.-I Hamlet Hamlet.-O hand hath heaven honest honour hope Hunchback Iago Iolanthe Iron Chest IRVING first played IRVING played Irving's Speech JANUARY Joseph Surface JULY JUNE King Richard III Lady of Lyons Lancashire Lass lips live look Louis XI LYCEUM THEATRE Lyons Mail Macbeth Macbeth.-I MARCH married Melnotte Merchant of Venice ne'er never noble NOVEMBER OCTOBER Othello Petruchio Philip pity Plot and Passion Queen Mary Richelieu Road to Ruin Romeo and Juliet Roses Scene School for Scandal SEPTEMBER SHAKESPEARE Shrew Shylock Sir Edward Mortimer sleep smile soul speak Stoops to Conquer sweet Synorix Taming tears thine thought thousand ducats Twas Uncle Dick's Darling Vanderdecken woman Young youth
Popular passages
Page 36 - What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form, and moving, how express and admirable! in action, how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals ! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
Page 208 - Remember thee ! Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee ! Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there ; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain...
Page 224 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Page 132 - 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 54 - 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, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Page 92 - O! speak again, bright angel; for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Page 160 - What is the reason that you use me thus ? I loved you ever : but it is no matter ; Let Hercules himself do what he may, The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.
Page 204 - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
Page 168 - Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Page 144 - 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.