Watts Phillips: Artist and PlaywrightCassell, 1891 - 174 pages |
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Page 79 - I recommend myself to his care; when I awake, I give myself up to his direction. Amidst all the evils that threaten me, I will look up to him for help, and question not but he will either avert them, or turn them to my advantage. Though I know neither the time nor the manner of the death I am to die, I am not at all solicitous about it; because I am sure that he knows them both, and that he will not fail to comfort and support me under them.
Page 76 - I know but one way of fortifying my soul against these gloomy presages and terrors of mind ; and that is, by securing to myself the friendship and protection of that Being who disposes of events, and governs futurity. He sees at one view the whole thread...
Page 162 - 's for ever the word on the tongue At the threshold of life Hope leads us in — Hope plays round the mirthful boy ; Though the best of its charms may with youth begin, Yet for age it reserves its toy. When we sink at the grave, why the grave has scope, And over the coffin Man planteth — Hope ! And it is not a dream of a fancy proud, With a fool for its dull begetter ; There's a voice at the heart that proclaims aloud — " We are born for a something Better...
Page 139 - HIS COMEDY OF THE NORTHERN LASS.S I had you for a servant once, Dick Brome, And you performed a servant's faithful parts ; Now you are got into a nearer room Of fellowship, professing my old arts.
Page 156 - I like the silent church before the service begins, better than any preaching. How far off, how cool, how chaste the persons look, begirt each one with a precinct or sanctuary ! So let us always sit.
Page 162 - And it is not a dream of a fancy proud, With a fool for its dull begetter ; There's a voice at the heart that proclaims aloud, " We are born for a something belter .'" And that voice of the heart, oh, ye may believe, Will never the hope of the soul deceive ! THE SEXES.
Page 56 - ... There is a darkened chamber in the prison whence Landry goes forth to make his sacrifice, the meeting of the mother and son following. After an interval the background lightens, and a misty vision is seen behind, of the tumbrel moving on the guillotine, and the admirably-posed figure of Landry standing erect. To most spectators this seemed to be the fitting and sufficient conclusion. But what followed was a true surprise. With a fine, almost imperceptible, progress, the background seemed to dissolve,...
Page 50 - ... more instance of the tact and abilities which have secured the manager of the Lyceum his high position. Here was a piece of an old-fashioned kind, and which, had it been " revived " at an ordinary theatre, would have been found not only flat and stale, but unprofitable for all concerned. Our manager, seeing that there was dramatic life and situations, brought the whole into harmony with the times, and, by the skilful remaniement of Mr. Walter Pollock, imparted to it a romantic grace. It is admitted...
Page 158 - Know'st thou the land where citron-apples bloom, And oranges like gold in leafy gloom ; A gentle wind from deep blue heaven blows, The myrtle thick, and high the laurel grows?
Page 50 - Pollock, imparted to it a romantic grace. It is admitted that he himself * has rarely been fitted with a part so suited to his genius and capacities, or in which he has roused the sympathies of his audience more thoroughly. It is only the romantic actor that understands what might be called the key of a play. We have plenty of effective, strident performers who would have presented Robert Landry as the robust opponent of tyranny — defiant, and, towards the close, pitilessly revengeful. The Abbe,...