The Dance To Death. Act V (Emma Lazarus Poems)
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 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 ...
A Historical Tragedy in Five Acts.This play is dedicated, in profound veneration and respect, to thememory of George Eliot, the ...
ACT III. A cell in the Wartburg Monastery. Enter PRIOR PEPPERCORN with the casket.PRIOR.So! Glittering shell where doubtless shines concealedAn ...
THE holy bell, untouched by human hands, Clanged suddenly, and tolled with solemn knell.Between the massive, blazoned temple-doors,Thrown wide, to ...
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 ...
Weep for the martyr! Strew his bierWith the last roses of the year;Shadow the land with sables; knellThe harsh-tongued, melancholy ...
O FRIEND who passed away while flowers died,Now that the land bursts into bloom again,With vivid blossoms o'er the landscape ...
Across the Eastern sky has glowed The flicker of a blood-red dawn, Once more ...
These things alone endure;"They are the solid facts," that we may grasp,Leading us on and upward if we claspAnd hold ...
DAWN opes her pensive eyes,In the yet starry skies,A roseate blush upon her cheek and brows.Her purple mantle stillLies on ...
UPON the whitewashed wallsA woman's shadow falls,A woman walketh o'er the darksome floors. A soft, angelic smileLighteth her face the ...
GRAY-VESTED Dawn, with flameless, tranquil eye,Cool hands, and dewy lips, is in the sky,A sober nun, with starry rosary.With eyes ...
Here, where the noises of the busy town, The ocean's plunge and roar can enter not, We stand and gaze ...
The fervent, pale-faced Mother ere she sleep, Looks out upon the zigzag-lighted square, The beautiful bare trees, the blue night-air, ...
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