The Dance To Death. Act I (Emma Lazarus Poems)
A Historical Tragedy in Five Acts.This play is dedicated, in profound veneration and respect, to thememory of George Eliot, the ...
A Historical Tragedy in Five Acts.This play is dedicated, in profound veneration and respect, to thememory of George Eliot, the ...
THE SPAGNOLETTO.DRAMATIS PERSONAE.DON JOHN of AUSTRIA.JOSEF RIBERA, the Spagnoletto.LORENZO, noble young Italian artist, pupil of Ribera.DON TOMMASO MANZANO.LUCA, servant to ...
ACT V.SCENE I. A Room in Susskind's House. LIEBHAID, CLAIRE, REUBEN.LIEBHAID.The air hangs sultry as in mid-July.Look forth, Claire; moves ...
ACT III. A cell in the Wartburg Monastery. Enter PRIOR PEPPERCORN with the casket.PRIOR.So! Glittering shell where doubtless shines concealedAn ...
ACT II.--At Eisenach.SCENE I. A Room in the LANDGRAVE'S Palace. FREDERICK THE GRAVE and HENRY SCHNETZEN.LANDGRAVE.Who tells thee of my ...
I.Master and Sage, greetings and health to thee,From thy most meek disciple! Deign once moreEndure me at thy feet, enlighten ...
ACT IV.SCENE I. The City Hall at Nordhausen. Deputies and Burghers assembling. To the right, at a table near the ...
ACT V.SCENE I. A Room in DON TOMMASO'S House. ANNICCA discovered, attired in mourning. Enter DON TOMMASO.DON TOMMASO.If he still ...
O FRIEND who passed away while flowers died,Now that the land bursts into bloom again,With vivid blossoms o'er the landscape ...
(The Garden of Life in Spenser's "Faerie Queene.")IT is no fabled garden in the skies,But bloometh here- this is no ...
After wearisome toil and much sorrow,How quietly sleep they at last,Neither dreading and fearing the morrow,Nor vainly bemoaning the past!Shall ...
Across the Eastern sky has glowed The flicker of a blood-red dawn, Once more ...
WELCOME, thou gray and fragrant Sabbath-day,To deathless love and valor dedicate!Glorious with the richest flowers of May,With early roses, lingering ...
Last night I slept, and when I woke her kiss Still floated on my lips. For we had strayed Together ...
Here, where the noises of the busy town, The ocean's plunge and roar can enter not, We stand and gaze ...
Prelude Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea: Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in ...
What, can these dead bones live, whose sap is dried By twenty scorching centuries of wrong? Is this the House ...
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