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 ...
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 III. A cell in the Wartburg Monastery. Enter PRIOR PEPPERCORN with the casket.PRIOR.So! Glittering shell where doubtless shines concealedAn ...
Act II.SCENE I. Ball in the Palace of DON JOHN. Dance. DON JOHN and MARIA together. DON TOMMASO, ANNICCA. LORDS ...
THE holy bell, untouched by human hands, Clanged suddenly, and tolled with solemn knell.Between the massive, blazoned temple-doors,Thrown wide, to ...
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 ...
Prelude Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea: Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in ...
I As the blind Milton's memory of light, The deaf Beethoven's phantasy of tone, Wroght joys for them surpassing all ...
So, Calchas, on the sacred Palatine, You thought of Mopsus, and o'er wastes of sea A flower brought your message. ...
The fervent, pale-faced Mother ere she sleep, Looks out upon the zigzag-lighted square, The beautiful bare trees, the blue night-air, ...
Not while the fever of the blood is strong, The heart throbs loud, the eyes are veiled, no less With ...
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