The Duchess de la Vallière: A Play in Five ActsBaudry's European Library, 1837 - 96 páginas |
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Página xvi
... young again . So ! this , then , is the sword You'd have me wear . God wot ! a tranchant blade , Not of the modern fashion . BERTRAND . My good lord , Yourself are scarcely of the modern fashion . They tell me , that to serve one's king ...
... young again . So ! this , then , is the sword You'd have me wear . God wot ! a tranchant blade , Not of the modern fashion . BERTRAND . My good lord , Yourself are scarcely of the modern fashion . They tell me , that to serve one's king ...
Página xvi
... young rogue how his father clove the Dutchman Down to the chin ! Ha , ha ! old Bertrand now Will be of use again on winter nights , - I know he'll be the picture of his father ! SCENE IV . [ Exit . An Ante - chamber in the Palace of ...
... young rogue how his father clove the Dutchman Down to the chin ! Ha , ha ! old Bertrand now Will be of use again on winter nights , - I know he'll be the picture of his father ! SCENE IV . [ Exit . An Ante - chamber in the Palace of ...
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... young , Flush'd with the novelty of sway , and fired With the great dream of cutting Dutchmen's throats : A tiresome dream - the poets call it Glory . ' GRAMMONT . So much the better , - ' tis one rival less ; The handsome King would ...
... young , Flush'd with the novelty of sway , and fired With the great dream of cutting Dutchmen's throats : A tiresome dream - the poets call it Glory . ' GRAMMONT . So much the better , - ' tis one rival less ; The handsome King would ...
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... young La Vallière . MADAME DE MONTESPAN . The weak , fond , fool ! LAUZUN . Yes , weak - she has a heart ; Yet you , too , love the King ! MADAME DE MONTESPAN . And she does not ! She loves but Louis - I but love the King : Pomp ...
... young La Vallière . MADAME DE MONTESPAN . The weak , fond , fool ! LAUZUN . Yes , weak - she has a heart ; Yet you , too , love the King ! MADAME DE MONTESPAN . And she does not ! She loves but Louis - I but love the King : Pomp ...
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... young La Vallière . MADAME DE MONTESPAN . The weak , fond , fool ! LAUZUN . Yes , weak - she has a heart ; Yet you , too , love the King ! MADAME DE MONTESPAN . And she does not ! She loves but Louis - I but love the King : Pomp ...
... young La Vallière . MADAME DE MONTESPAN . The weak , fond , fool ! LAUZUN . Yes , weak - she has a heart ; Yet you , too , love the King ! MADAME DE MONTESPAN . And she does not ! She loves but Louis - I but love the King : Pomp ...
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The Duchess de la Vallière: A Play in Five Acts Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton Vista completa - 1836 |
The Duchess de la Vallière: A Play, in Five Acts Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton Vista completa - 1836 |
The Duchess de la Valliere: A Play, in Five Acts Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton Vista completa - 1837 |
Términos y frases comunes
Adolphe ambition Authors beauty behold bless BRAGELONE Celeste character Charlotte Lennox charm Colonel CONVERSATION court courtiers cried disappointed divine dream DUCHESS DUCHESS DE LA earth Elgin Marbles errors Essays Exit eyes fame farewell father fear feel Ferdinand Fitzroy Fi-ho-ti gaze genius Gentleman Glaucus glory GRAMMONT grave Gregory Jones happy hath hear heart Heaven honour hope human immortal King LA VALLIÈRE lady LAUZUN less ligued live look Lord LOUIS Louise loved thee MADAME DE MONTESPAN Madame de Stael MADEMOISELLE MADEMOISELLE DE LA maiden spring mind monk moral mother nature neral never night Nugent o'er once ourselves passion Phædo philosopher Phylias poet Polybius poor priests satiety SCENE sentiment Sire smile soul speak spirit tender thine thing thou art Thou wert thought true truth VALLIÈRE virtue voice Voltaire vulgar walk weariness wisdom woman word young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 79 - A small green isle, it seem'd no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing, Of gentle breath and hue.
Página 79 - 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.
Página 66 - LIFE. I MADE a posy, while the day ran by : Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie My life within this band.
Página 79 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains.
Página 79 - When all is done, (he concludes,) human life is at the greatest and the best but like a froward child, that must be played with and humoured a little to keep it quiet, till it falls asleep, and then the care is over.
Página 96 - To reason, and on reason build resolve (That column of true majesty in man), Assist me : I will thank you in the grave ; The grave, your kingdom. There this frame shall fall A victim sacred to your dreary shrine. But what are ye? THOU, who didst put to flight Primeval Silence, when the morning...
Página 96 - Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours. Where are they ? with the years beyond the flood. It is the signal that demands despatch. How much is to be done! My hopes and fears Start up alarmed, and o'er life's narrow verge Look down — on what ? a fathomless abyss !
Página 96 - Precipitously steep; and drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more. ' He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes, Starts into voice a moment, then is still.
Página 96 - This world a hunting is, The prey poor man, the Nimrod fierce is Death ; His speedy greyhounds are Lust, sickness, envy, care, Strife that ne'er falls amiss, With all those ills which haunt us while we breathe. Now, if by chance we fly Of these the eager chase, Old age with stealing pace Casts up his nets, and there we panting die.
Página 81 - And therefore it was most aptly said by one of Plato's school, That the sense of man carrieth a resemblance with the sun, which (as we see) openeth and revealeth all the terrestrial globe ; but then again it obscureth and concealeth the stars and celestial globe : so doth the sense discover natural things, but it darkeneth and shutteth up divine.