Watts Phillips: Artist and PlaywrightCassell, 1891 - 174 pages |
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Page 80 - 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 of my existence, not only that part of it which I have already passed through, but that which runs forward into all the depths of eternity.
Page 80 - 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 174 - 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...
Page 141 - 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 158 - 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 164 - ... 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 'sa voice at the heart that proclaims aloud — "We are horn for a something Better!
Page 58 - ... 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 51 - ... 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 160 - 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 23 - For, wheresoe'er our steps may roam, If friends are near, that place is home : — No matter where our fate may guide us, If those we love are still beside us.