The Life of Mr. James Quin Comedian: With the History of the Stage from His Commencing Actor to His Retreat to Bath ... to which is Added a Supplement of ... Facts and Anecdotes ... with His Trial for the Murder of Mr. BowenReader, 1887 - 107 sayfa |
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Sayfa 83 - Indian mount, or fairy elves, Whose midnight revels, by a forest side, Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Sayfa 89 - When Lothario gave Horatio the challenge Quin, instead of accepting it instantaneously, with the determined and unembarrassed brow of superior bravery, made a long pause, and dragged out the words, ' I'll meet thee there !' in such a manner as to make it appear absolutely ludicrous.
Sayfa 93 - In fancied scenes, as in life's real plan, He could not, for a moment, sink the man. In whate'er cast his character was laid, Self still, like oil, upon the surface play'd. Nature, in spite of all his skill, crept in : Horatio, Dorax, Falstaff, — still 'twas Quin.
Sayfa 27 - Herculean satirist, this drawcansir in wit, that spared neither friend nor foe ; who, to make his poetical fame immortal, like another Erostratus, set fire to his stage, by writing up to an act of parliament to demolish it.
Sayfa 93 - His eyes, in gloomy socket taught to roll, Proclaim'd the sullen habit of his soul. Heavy and phlegmatic he trod the stage, Too proud for tenderness, too dull for rage. When Hector's lovely widow shines in tears, Or...
Sayfa 83 - LADY. Fool, do not boast. Thou canst not touch the freedom of my mind With all thy charms, although this corporal rind Thou hast immanacled while Heaven sees good.
Sayfa 88 - Mr. Quin soon found that his competition with Mr. Garrick, whose reputation was hourly increasing, whilst his own was on the decline, would soon become ineffectual. His Richard the Third could scarce draw together a decent appearance of company in the boxes, and he was with some difficulty tolerated in the part, when Garrick acted the same character to crowded houses, and with very great applause.
Sayfa 92 - And conn'd his passions as he conn'd his part. Quin, from afar, lur'd by the scent of fame, * A stage leviathan, put in his claim, Pupil of Betterton and Booth. Alone, Sullen he walk'd, and deem'd the chair his own ; For how should Moderns, mushrooms of the day, Who ne'er those masters knew, know how to play...
Sayfa 60 - A plague on Egypt's arts, I say ! Embalm the dead ! on senseless clay Rich wines and spices waste ! Like sturgeon, or like brawn, shall I Bound in a precious pickle, lie Which I can never taste ? Let me embalm this flesh of mine With turtle, fat, and Bordeaux wine And spoil th' Egyptian trade ! Than Humphrey's Duke more happy I — Embalmed alive, old Quin shall die A mummy ready made.
Sayfa 47 - I come not here your candour to implore For scenes, whose author is, alas ! no more ; He wants no advocate his cause to plead; You will yourselves be patrons of the dead. No party his benevolence confined, No sect — alike it flow'd to all mankind.