The Incomparable Siddons

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Methuen, 1909 - 298 sidor
 

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Sida 38 - I was to appear in this part for the first time, I shut myself up, as usual, when all the family were retired, and commenced my study of Lady Macbeth. As the character is very short, I thought I should soon accomplish it. Being then only twenty years of age, I believed, as many others do believe...
Sida 272 - She talked of the loss of friends, and mentioned herself as having lost twenty-six friends in the course of the last six years. It is something to have had so many. Among other reasons for her regret at leaving the stage was, that she always found in it a vent for her private sorrows, which enabled her to bear them better...
Sida 54 - I reached my own quiet fireside, on retiring from the scene of reiterated shouts and plaudits. I was half dead, and my joy and thankfulness were of too solemn and overpowering a nature to admit of words, or even tears.
Sida 87 - Her glaring eyes were fixed in stony blankness on his face ; the powers of life seemed suspended in her ; her sister and Lewson gently raised her, and slowly led her unresisting from the body, her gaze never for an instant averted from it : when they reached the prison door she stopped, as if awakened from a trance, uttered a shriek of agony that would have pierced the hardest heart, and, rushing from them, flung herself as if for union in death, on the prostrate form before her.
Sida 212 - PAGE. Madam, there is a Lady in your hall, Who begs to be admitted to your presence. LADY. Is it not one of our invited friends? PAGE. No, far unlike to them; it is a stranger. LADY. How looks her countenance?
Sida 238 - What ! every thing so very small ? No, she that made it what it is, Has greatness that makes up for all.
Sida 257 - Mutter'd to wretch by necromantic spell ; Or of those hags who at the witching time Of murky midnight, ride the air sublime, And mingle foul embrace with fiends of hell ; Cold horror drinks its blood ! Anon the tear More gentle starts, to hear the beldame tell Of pretty babes, that lov'd each other dear, Murder'd by cruel uncle's mandate fell : Ev'n such the shiv'ring joys thy tones impart, Ev'n so, thou, Siddons, meltest my sad heart.
Sida 257 - Lord Byron used to say, that, " of actors, Cooke was the most natural, Kemble the most supernatural, Kean the medium between the two ; but that Mrs. Siddons was worth them all put together...
Sida 28 - It was a stunning and cruel blow, overwhelming all my ambitious hopes, and involving peril even to the subsistence of my helpless babes. It was very near destroying me. My blighted prospects, indeed, induced a state of mind that preyed upon my health, and for a year and a half I was supposed to be hastening to a decline.
Sida 155 - I am not to hate you, ask me not another question. If I am to love you, leave me. Bar. Oh, Charles ! awake the faded ideas of past joys. Feel, that a friend is near. Recollect the days we passed in Hungary, when we wandered arm in arm upon the banks of the Danube, while nature opened our hearts, and made us enamoured of benevolence and friendship.

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