The art of acting [by A. Hill. In verse]. To which is prefixed The actor's epitome, a poem

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Page 27 - That grief, so strongly stamped on every feature? If it has been that Frenchman ¡—What a thought ! How low, how horrid a suspicion that ! The dreadful flash at once gives light and kills me; My too bold confidence...
Page 18 - I'll none on't. Had he been a god, All his omnipotence could not restore My fame...
Page 9 - O heavens, she pities me ! And pity still foreruns approaching love, As lightning does the thunder! Tune your harps, Ye angels, to that sound ; and thou, my heart, Make room to entertain thy flowing joy. Hence, all my griefs and every anxious care ; One word, and one kind glance, can cure despair.
Page 16 - Monimia, my sister, born as high And noble as Castalio Do her justice, Or, by the gods, I'll lay a scene of blood Shall make this dwelling horrible to nature. I'll do't. Hark you, my lord, your son Castalio, Take him to your closet, and there teach him manners.
Page 9 - But there is a shorter road, to the same end, and it shall, in due place, be shown him. When he believes himself possessed of the idea of joy, that would not fail to warm a strong conception, let him not imagine the impression rightly hit, until he has examined both his face and air, in a long, upright, looking glass; for there, only, will he meet with a sincere and undeceivable test of his having strongly enough, or too slackly, adapted his fancy to the purpose before him. If, for example, his brow,...
Page 27 - em at their parting ? Didst thou observe the language of their eyes ? Hide nothing from me Is my love betray'd ? Tell me my whole disgrace : nay, if thou tremblest, I hear thy pity speak, though thou art silent. Oras. I tremble at the pangs I see you suffer.
Page 32 - ... where it is their common practice to mutter over their parts inwardly, and keep in their voices with a misimagined purpose of preserving them against their evening acting, whereas the surest natural means of strengthening their delivery, would be to warm, dephlegm, and clarify the thorax and windpipe, by exerting (the more frequently the better) their fullest power of utterance ; thereby to open and remove all hesitation, roughness, or...
Page 10 - ... pleases, he will find, that, in that languid state of muscles, he can never bring it to found joy; no, not though the sense of the words were all rapture; but, in spite of the utmost possible strain upon his lungs, his tone will be too sullen, or too mournful, and carry none of the music of sprightliness. But, if on the contrary, he has hit the conception, exactly, he will have the pleasure, in that case, to observe in the glass, that his forehead appears open, and raised, his eye smiling, and...
Page 19 - Tartar is my bane, I cannot bear him : One heaven and earth can never hold us both ; Still shall we hate, and with defiance deadly Keep rage alive, till one be lost for ever ; As if two suns should meet in the meridian, And strive, in fiery combat, for the passage.
Page 1 - Wond'ring, his art we praise the more we view, And only grieve he gave not motion too. Weak of themselves are what we beauties call, It is the Manner which gives strength to all.

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