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The Dance To Death - Act 5

ACT VSCENE I. (A Room in Susskind's House. LIEBHAID, CLAIRE, REUBEN.)LIEBHAID. The air hangs sultry as in mid-July. Look forth, Claire; moves not some big thundercloud Athwart the sky? My heart is sick.CLAIRE. Nay, Liebhaid. The clear May sun is shining, and the air Blows fresh and cordial from the budding hills.LIEBHAID. Reuben, what is 't o'clock. Our... Plays - Post by : eheyoka - Date : May 2012 - Author : Emma Lazarus - Read : 1908

The Dance To Death - Act 4

ACT IVSCENE I. (The City Hall at Nordhausen. Deputies and Burghers assembling. To the right, at a table near the President's chair, is seated the Public Scrivener. Enter DIETRICH VON TETTENBORN, and HENRY SCHNETZEN with an open letter in his hand.)SCHNETZEN. Didst hear the fellow's words who handed it? I asked from whom it came, he spoke by rote, "The pepper bites, the corn is ripe for harvest, I come from Eisenach." 'T is some tedious jest.TETTENBORN.... Plays - Post by : eheyoka - Date : May 2012 - Author : Emma Lazarus - Read : 1374

The Dance To Death - Act 3

ACT III(A cell in the Wartburg Monastery. Enter PRIOR PEPPERCORN with the casket.)PRIOR. So! Glittering shell where doubtless shines concealed An orient treasure fit to bribe a king, Ransom a prince and buy him for a son. I have baptized thee now before the altar, Effaced the Jew's contaminating touch, And I am free to claim the Church's tithe From thy receptacle.(He is about to unlock the casket, when enters... Plays - Post by : eheyoka - Date : May 2012 - Author : Emma Lazarus - Read : 3370

The Dance To Death - Act 2

ACT IIAt Eisenach.SCENE I. (A Room in the LANDGRAVE'S Palace.FREDERICK THE GRAVE and HENRY SCHNETZEN.)LANDGRAVE. Who tells thee of my son's love for the Jewess?SCHNETZEN. Who tells me? Ask the Judengasse walls, The garrulous stones publish Prince William's visits To his fair mistress.LANDGRAVE. Mistress? Ah, such sins The Provost of St. George's will remit For half a... Plays - Post by : eheyoka - Date : May 2012 - Author : Emma Lazarus - Read : 3275

The Spagnoletto - Act 5

ACT VSCENE I. (A Room in DON TOMMASO'S House. ANNICCA discovered, attired in mourning. Enter DON TOMMASO.) DON TOMMASO. If he still live, now shall we hear of him. The news I learn will lure him from his covert, Where'er it lie, to pardon or avenge.ANNICCA (eagerly). What news? What cheer, Tommaso?DON TOMMASO. Meagre cheer, But tidings that break through our slow suspense, Like the first thunder-clap in sultry... Plays - Post by : winwayne - Date : May 2012 - Author : Emma Lazarus - Read : 3020

The Spagnoletto - Act 4

ACT IVSCENE I.(Night. RIBERA'S bedroom. RIBERA discovered in his dressing-gown, seated reading beside a table, with a light upon it. Enter from an open door at the back of the stage, MARIA. She stands irresolute for a moment on the threshold behind her father, watching him, passes her hand rapidly over her brow and eyes, and then knocks.) MARIA. May I come in, dear father?RIBERA (putting down his book and looking at her affectionately). Child, you ask? MARIA (advancing).You study late. I came to bid good-night.RIBERA. Poor child, thou must be weary. Thou art paleStill from thy... Plays - Post by : winwayne - Date : May 2012 - Author : Emma Lazarus - Read : 1234

The Spagnoletto - Act 3

ACT IIISCENE I.(The studio of the Spagnoletto. RIBERA before his canvas. LUCA in attendance.)RIBERA (laying aside his brush).So! I am weary. Luca, what 's o'clock?LUCA. My lord, an hour past noon.RIBERA. So late already! Well, one more morning of such delicate toil Will make it ready for Madrid, and worthy Not merely Philip's eyes, but theirs whose glance Outvalues a king's gaze, my noble friend Velasquez, and the monkish Zurbaran.... Plays - Post by : winwayne - Date : May 2012 - Author : Emma Lazarus - Read : 3345

The Spagnoletto - Act 2

ACT IISCENE I.(Ball in the Palace of DON JOHN. Dance. DON JOHN and MARIA together. DON TOMMASO, ANNICCA. LORDS and LADIES, dancing or promenading.)1st LORD. Were it not better to withdraw awhile, After our dance, unto the torch-lit gardens? The air is fresh and sweet without.1st LADY. Nay, signor. I like this heavy air, rich with warm odors, The broad, clear light, the many-colored throng. I might... Plays - Post by : Tom_Sheltraw - Date : May 2012 - Author : Emma Lazarus - Read : 3036

The Spagnoletto - Act 1

ACT ISCENE I.(The studio of the Spagnoletto. RIBERA at work before his canvas. MARIA seated some distance behind him; a piece of embroidery is in her hands, but she glances up from it incessantly toward her father with impatient movements.)MARIA. Father!(RIBERA, absorbed in his work, makes no reply; she puts by her embroidery, goes toward him and kisses him gently. He starts, looks up at her, and returns her caress).RIBERA. My child!MARIA. Already you forget, Oh, heedless father! Did you not... Plays - Post by : Tom_Sheltraw - Date : May 2012 - Author : Emma Lazarus - Read : 1642

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 Ribera. A GENTLEMAN. FIRST LORD. SECOND LORD. MARIA-ROSA, daughter to Ribera. ANNICCA, daughter to Ribera, and wife to Don Tommaso. FIAMETTA, servant to Maria-Rosa. ABBESS. LAY-SISTER.... Plays - Post by : Tom_Sheltraw - Date : May 2012 - Author : Emma Lazarus - Read : 1193

The October Night

POET. My haunting grief has vanished like a dream, Its floating fading memory seems one With those frail mists born of the dawn's first beam, Dissolving as the dew melts in the sun. MUSE. What ailed thee then, O poet mine; What secret misery was thine, Which set a bar... Poems - Post by : slimshady - Date : July 2011 - Author : Emma Lazarus - Read : 3254

The May Night

MUSE. Give me a kiss, my poet, take thy lyre; The buds are bursting on the wild sweet-briar. To-night the Spring is born--the breeze takes fire. Expectant of the dawn behold the thrush, Perched on the fresh branch of the first green bush; Give me a kiss, my poet, take thy lyre. POET. How black it looks within the vale!... Poems - Post by : bongyakwui - Date : July 2011 - Author : Emma Lazarus - Read : 2403

Fragment. Canzone Xii

I never see, after nocturnal rain, The wandering stars move through the air serene, And flame forth 'twixt the dew-fall and the rime, But I behold her radiant eyes wherein My weary spirit findeth rest from pain; As dimmed by her rich veil, I saw her the first time; The very heaven beamed with the light sublime Of their celestial beauty; dewy-wet Still do they shine, and I am... Poems - Post by : Delmen - Date : July 2011 - Author : Emma Lazarus - Read : 2345

In Vita, Canzone Xi

O waters fresh and sweet and clear, Where bathed her lovely frame, Who seems the only lady unto me; O gentle branch and dear, (Sighing I speak thy name,) Thou column for her shapely thighs, her supple knee; O grass, O flowers, which she Swept with her gown that veiled The angelic breast unseen;... Poems - Post by : stovis - Date : July 2011 - Author : Emma Lazarus - Read : 1336

In Morte, Xliii

Yon nightingale who mourns so plaintively Perchance his fledglings or his darling mate, Fills sky and earth with sweetness, warbling late, Prophetic notes of melting melody. All night, he, as it were, companions me, Reminding me of my so cruel fate, Mourning no other grief save mine own state, Who knew not Death reigned o'er divinity. How easy 't is to dupe the soul secure!... Poems - Post by : Saadia_Tariq - Date : July 2011 - Author : Emma Lazarus - Read : 1123

In Morte, Ii. On The Death Of Cardinal Colonna And Laura

The noble Column, the green Laurel-tree Are fall'n, that shaded once my weary mind. Now I have lost what I shall never find, From North to South, from Red to Indian Sea. My double treasure Death has filched from me, Which made me proud and happy midst my kind. Nor may all empires of the world combined, Nor Orient gems, nor gold restore the key. But if this be... Poems - Post by : onlineleben - Date : July 2011 - Author : Emma Lazarus - Read : 2911

In Vita, Cix

The God of Love and I in wonder stared, (Ne'er having gazed on miracles ere now,) Upon my lady's smiling lips and brow, Who only with herself may be compared. Neath the calm beauty of her forehead bared, Those twin stars of my love did burn and flow, No lesser lamps again the path might show To the proud lover who by these had fared. Oh miracle, when on... Poems - Post by : joako - Date : July 2011 - Author : Emma Lazarus - Read : 3503

In Vita, Cv

I saw on earth angelic graces beam, Celestial beauty in our world below, Whose mere remembrance thrills with grief and woe; All I see now seems shadow, smoke and dream. I saw in those twin-lights the tear-drops gleam, Those lights that made the sun with envy glow, And from those lips such sighs and words did flow, As made revolve the hills, stand still the stream.... Poems - Post by : ccain - Date : July 2011 - Author : Emma Lazarus - Read : 697

In Vita, Lxxvi

Sennuccio, I would have thee know the shame That's dealt to me, and what a life is mine. Even as of yore, I struggle, burn and pine. Laura transports me, I am still the same. All meekness here, all pride she there became, Now harsh, now kind, now cruel, now benign; Here honor clothed her, there a grace divine; Now gentle, now disdainful of my flame. Here sweetly did... Poems - Post by : SmokyJoe - Date : July 2011 - Author : Emma Lazarus - Read : 2112

In Vita, Lxvii

Since thou and I have proven many a time That all our hope betrays us and deceives, To that consummate good which never grieves Uplift thy heart, towards a happier clime. This life is like a field of flowering thyme, Amidst the herbs and grass the serpent lives; If aught unto the sight brief pleasure gives, 'T is but to snare the soul with treacherous lime. So, wouldst thou... Poems - Post by : DavidS - Date : July 2011 - Author : Emma Lazarus - Read : 3517

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